DISC GOLF

The two finest young men I know: my son Matt on my right and my son-in-law Brian on my left

I introduced both of them to the fine game of disc golf. I gave each their first discs.

Both have not only the desire, but also the skill to beat the old man.

But.... look at the second photo. We squared off at a very nice course in Rocklin California in early July. Who do you think won?

Muchos Gracias por Gelado (sp?)

My mom and Fy and me in my "strummer"

JD and me and Abuelo Bajo. JD owns the joint

Grandpa takes credit for the cone idea,

but Grandma whispered it in his ear.

You rock Grandma!

What about refills?

Incredible,you can eat the cone? I love technology!

MY FIRST ICE CREAM CONE!

Introductory bark by Fyodor Goodman

THE PROBE

I like the idea of feelers and probes.

My mom demonstrates the

proper use of the finger probe

My dad shows me the correct probe

technique with a banana slug.

Great Grandpa seems to like my probe.

That is a smile, right!?

Orthodontic probes are also useful.

Here I examine Jesse's fangs.

I like jalapena probes the best!

BAD GRANDPA!

I have a variety of parenting stories and helpful hints I am more than willing to share with anyone who will listen. The most oft repeated is my theory I call “a tapestry of deceit.” But, I digress.

This entry does not deal with parenting skills, but rather grand-parenting. I must admit I have not yet earned my stripes in this endeavor. So I share some of my first lessons with you in hopes to gain your input on my methods.

Today’s topic of discussion is “Bad Grandpa.” This moniker, I’ve discovered, is not one applied by the object of grandpa’s attention. Quite the contrary! Other interested parties such as grandmas, second cousins (once removed), aunts, and uncles offer up this unsolicited evaluation at the most curious of moments.




An example of such an outburst could be when grandpa pushes the large-wheeled stroller with the young one onboard across the roughest part of the side walk or an especially sweet pot hole on our cul-de-sac, or introduces the little guy to his first dill pickle. Even once when grandpa was doing the “throw Lucas way-high in the air” someone, who sounded a lot like my wife, squealed out some totally inappropriate warning about being gentle with the little guy.




Finally, for your viewing critique I offer photographic substantiation of the, in my opinion, totally inappropriate use of the “Bad grandpa” label or derivations of the same sentiment. You be the judge.