Talk about a happy grandma day:
The day I pulled down toys from the attic.
Anybody remember these guys?
Queen Buzzy Bee and Little Snoopy Dog.
While it’s been great fun watching Maze play with his mom’s toys, it’s been intriguing, too, to see how toys have changed in thirty years.
Check out these state of the art stacking rings.
They’ve got bells and whistles and lights!
Since his mom’s a blogger, Maze got an early start with his own laptop.
My clever grandson is working hard to understand the ins and outs of this electronic ball.
Soon, he can teach me. I had a terrible time with it on my last visit.
On that visit, two teddy bears, with the help of this grandma, began chatting with one another.
Maze watched for a few seconds.
His eyes went from the bears to me and back again.
Then he giggled.
He giggled even more when the bears started asking him questions.
Making bears talk is one of my only true talents.
I’m glad he appreciates it.
Every grandma has a toy basket full of wishes for her grandchild.
At the top of my basket is the wish that Maze will love nonsense.
Lots of nonsense.
Early on assessment says he does.
For as Dr. Seuss explains: