There was some celebration going on in my world yesterday.

My 10-year-old granddaughter and her Mom got back from an extended “Back to School” shopping trip. They and several other friends and family members went deal shopping over the past weekend. I believe it was about eight women in all, all armed with cash.

And plastic.

What could possibly go wrong?

In this case, nothing. Even the 10-year-old came back with cash still in her pocket. I was very impressed indeed.

However, I didn’t get a mini fashion show, to show off all her new clothes. It seems that shortly after they got home (like maybe 30 seconds after all the bags got upstairs), she was gone. Out the door and across the street to visit with her BFF.

Elephant Painting
Elephant Painting
My littlest granddaughter also came to visit yesterday. She is going to be two-years-old on Friday, and her Mom brought her over to visit, along with a painting that our daughter had made for my wife. It is a painting of an elephant, which just happens to be both the favorite animal of my wife, as well as my granddaughter. The two-year-old to be, not the 10-year-old.

And since both grandparents were home, she (the almost two-year-old) did her very best to entertain us.

As I was watching her entertain us, I suddenly realized that she seemed to look a lot like the little girl from the book “Blueberries for Sal” by Robert McCloskey. Or, at least what I seemed to remember from the book. I looked it up last night, and there are indeed several similarities between how Sal looks and acts, and our granddaughter.

If you’ve never seen or read the book, it was awarded the Caldecott Honor in 1949 for being the best USA picture book for children, and it is still in print today. Go and find it at your local library or bookstore. It will absolutely be worth the trip.

Meanwhile, our daughter is already wishing that her daughter would stop growing up and stay just the way she is now. Cute, funny, and smart as a whip.

Unfortunately, that of course can not happen. As the song lyrics remind us, “Time keeps on slippin’, into the future.”

Not only will her daughter turn two on Friday, she will be turning the big 3-Oh next weekend, and right around this coming Christmas her baby boy (and our first grandson) should be arriving.

So, this Friday family will gather at a local ice cream place for a small celebration to celebrate our granddaughters official birthday, then on Saturday friends and family will all get together for her big birthday party celebration.

I hear from official sources that it will be a Minnie Mouse themed party.

No word yet about Sal. Or blueberries.

Independence Day, 2017

U.S. Flag
U.S. Flag
It’s the 4th of July. Independence Day. A day of celebration.

It was on July 4th, 1776, that the Continental Congress, meeting in Philadelphia, signed The Declaration of Independence. If you want a history of Independence Day, check out the History of the Fourth of July over at History.com, where they also have a pretty neat video. In case you just want to see the video only, I’ve posted it below.

Video from History.com

I am at home tonight, after a couple of days in New Hampshire. I managed to get everything done that I needed to, plus spend a day with my Mother.

We also got to eat some ice cream together at a road side ice cream stand. Hey, when my mother wants to eat some ice cream, who am I to argue? She raised me better than that!

For the record, I had Cherry Vanilla.

Anyway, I am sitting here tonight, multitasking again. Writing this blog, watching the Red Sox, and trying to assist with supper. Spaghetti and meatballs tonight. So far, so good, as I’m not covered in spaghetti sauce, so I don’t have to do a load of laundry tonight.

Earlier this evening, I got a text from my eldest daughter, wishing me a Happy Independence Day. I asked her what she and her husband and daughter were up to. They were at the in-laws, and had gone ATVing earlier in the day. So I then asked the obvious question.

When was my granddaughter going to get her own ATV?

OK, obviously at 10-months of age, it might be just a little too soon to be thinking about such things, but as “The World’s Best Grandpa, Ever!” it is my job to make sure she has everything she will ever need.

Kind of like what everyone who has ever worn a uniform and fought to protect this country for the past 241 years has done. Made sure we can enjoy our lives in peace, whether it’s watching a ball game, or enjoying a day out ATVing.

Or just having some ice cream.