I thought I'd let you see the fun from my grandson, Evan's, perspective.
He spent the first twenty-four hours or so inspecting the bathrooms....
....and the kitchen. Everything met with his approval.
As long as momma was around he was happy to meet everyone that was not his momma.
cheesy bacon grits that were out of this world. He ate them again for breakfast and lunch more than a few times. This here Yankee (I) had never eaten grits before and was easily converted to a Southerner by proxy with Ree's rendition.
Evan ate and ate and ate everything in site.
His momma says Evan's motto is your food is my food.
Oregon blueberries were no exception.
Evan absolutely adored Charlie the Basset Hound. We did too.
He wanted to take him home. We did too.
Charlie sniffed Evan and Evan licked Charlie.
It seems that Charlie shares Evan's motto too.
All in all, we made lots of memories and Evan made lots of new friends.
Being the only baby at The Lodge was a cushy job.