Vermont Part One

Have you ever gone to a "pool party," worn your suit, and jumped in, only to
find that "pool" meant summer casual BY the pool.  I have.

Grandpa picked some berries from his garden, then grandma fixed 'em up for me.

AND I LOVED THEM!  Blueberry and raspberry puree coursing through
your veins is the only way to go.

I knew I had a feeling I was being watched.

I don't know what it is, but I'll take it!  Mom and Dad of the year right here. . .

Another great "JD" showed me his "lawn tractor" at his house in Hinesburg.
He also has, get this: A dump truck, an excavator, more old fashion tractors, and a 4-wheeler.
Get with it, Dad, we need more equipment.

Great-grandpa Bill and I at his place.  Don't worry, I did take his glasses
and "clean" them off for him with my mouth.

Turns out my Dad has a Dad and he has a Mom.  Meet Barbara, the sweetest lady around.
Readers?  You have to ask? Of course I put her pretty necklace in my mouth.

I met my first Canadian!  The Hubbards had a deck party and I chatted, in
the universal infant language, about my new friend's life in Banff, Canada.

Off to a quick bite.  Butcher paper on the tables, but I don't know how to use Crayons.  Yet.