It Must Be Genetic

Posted by: Anne Cloward on: June 10, 2009

In: family | grandchildren | Uncategorized
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I love my grandchildren but have to admit they don’t look like me. As you can see from the photo above, Bre has lovely blonde hair and big soft brown eyes (from her mom). She has just finished up first grade and reads to me at night before going to bed. I used to read to her. This past Saturday morning we went to the local farmer’s market and had a great time. After all, with a French bread baguette and fresh strawberries for purchases, how could we go wrong?

As we were hanging out at my place, she found a small notebook I had bought in an attempt to keep organized. She asked me if she could have it. Then, she started to write down what we had done that day. This is with no coaching from me!

I told her that she was beginning to keep a journal. She thought it was fun and wrote about her day.

I am so proud of her. My granddaughter has begun her first journal. Just like her grandmother.

Now for some more fun things to do so she can write about them!

Well, we did make oatmeal raisin cookies on Sunday night. That’s always something cool to write about.

I can see her years from now with a pile of journals, writing with a fountain pen and recording her life.