Manchesters, Manchesters, Manchesters

You've got to be kidding me!  I have TWO grandfathers!?!  I think this one might be having a stroke.  It's all funny faces with this guy.  Never a straight story or anything but a goofy grin.  I'll take him, I love it!

When Mom said we were "hunting" for a furniture bargain, I though it best to dress in couch camouflage.  I later thought about it and worried I'd be sold as a cushion.  

Grandpa Tom napping again and trying to lure me in.  Nothing like men in plaid shirts in the mountains.  He is still a lot on the rough side, but you know? I am starting to like it.

Grandpa Jim introduced me to something from his childhood: wooden blocks.  Maybe the wifi wasn't "seeing" them, or the lithium ions were dead, or it had bad LED's, so we just basically stacked them in towers.  Good stuff.

My pacifier buddy, and cousin, Caelen showed up in the mountains.  He has the gift of gab and can run around and jump.  Someday we will get into some trouble!  Right now it's time to nap.

This is the extent of my "extreme mountain sports" for now.  Good grief it was fun going backwards and forwards.  Nice view, I give the park about an 8.

Nothing quite like a nice hot tubbing after hitting the park swings.  Mom turned it down to about 80 so it was infant approved.

Grandma Kathy from Vermont telling a whopper of a story here.  If it were up to her, I would never touch the ground!  

My VT grandparents posing for a nicely composed picture.  I was sad to see them travel home, because, hey! Can you ever have too many grandmas and grandpas?

All the Manchesters lined up by the fire.  What a good looking crew.  I'm thinking we ought to get together again soon.