My boys refer to my grandfather as the sheep grandpa. I tell them stories before they go to bed and they always want to hear the ones of me going to my grandpa Elliott's sheep farm where I would help bottle feed lambs. I tell them how I had ten little lambs sucking on each of my fingers at the same time like a pacifier and they crack up. I have wonderful memories of my grandpa and grandma Elliott's farm. I learned to ride a 4 wheeler there, I rode on combines as wheat was being cut, I saw lambs being born, I jumped on hay bales, I watched the sheep being sheared, I played lots of games, and ate frog legs. GOOD MEMORIES!!!! I am thankful for the time I had with my grandparents and the good times I had on their farm. I feel blessed that my boys have a relationship with their Great Grandfathers.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Sheep Grandpa
Do you see the family resemblance?
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such fun times johanna! what beautiful memories you're creating for you family:) i love it!
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