Mum Bonner came to see us...well...Charlie, that is. Katt and I just happened to be here as well. Charlie got to know his Grandma Bonner a bit better, and I must say he smiles when he sees her--or hears her one, could be the lovely Donegal brogue. Charlie is lucky to have two grandmas who are the salt of the Earth.We will miss her, until the 3 of us go visiting Ireland for Katt's oldest brother's wedding...oh and to congratulate Katt's Granny Bonner, who will see 100 years this summer.
Bye Mum Bonner...until September! (When Charlie is wearing 2 year old clothes, at the rate he is going!)
Below, our neighbor, who is quite the artist, painted a wonderful scene in the nursery. The quote is Irish for "Sweet dreams, precious child." It is hard to make out, but the stone in the middle of the glen reads "Charlie" in old ogham writing. If you double click on the picture, it is bigger. Yep, and that's Charlie, sleeping on the moon.
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