The old guy didn't realize that he was putting a onesie on me until he pulled my jeans up. By then he was too flummoxed to be bothered fixing his mistake. Grampa hates onesies, but I have no idea why.
Anyhoo, for his sins I made him work very hard holding onto me while I spent some more quality time on the table.
This is going to sound horribly ignorant.. but what is a "onesie"? :)
ReplyDelete"onesie" -- size one/age one size -- then "twosies" for next size up, etc.
ReplyDeleteGrandpas usually get it right -- sooner or later -- but it's such fun getting there!
Nikki Dee he clearly hasn't had enough practise!
ReplyDeleteI have left many a onesie (one piece bodysuit that snaps at the crotch) unsnapped. When you have to change a diaper every 12 and a half seconds it's a bit of a waste of time. And once they start going to the potty, you might as well just get rid of them.
ReplyDeleteLOLOL...You're getting quite a workout!! Hang in there!!hughugs
ReplyDeleteIt's nice to have a friend to do things with, especially a loving friend like you are with her!
ReplyDeleteHugs Anvil!
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ReplyDeleteSilly Grandpa!!!
ReplyDeleteCute x
What a great story about the onesie (they are a pain but at the same time they are a wonderful invention for little girls who like to show everyone their bellybutton but manage to show a bit more...oy!)
ReplyDeleteDanica definitely keeps you on your toes ha ha
Oh Nikki Dee! I bet you had flappy bits flopping all over the place! I bet you both did some giggleing though! xxx
ReplyDeleteLovely pictures. You're doing a great job Grandpa!
ReplyDeleteOnesies were invented by the Devil.
ReplyDeleteAh kiddie joy. Life's a vicarious delight with that one around.
ReplyDeleteSo cutie. I too was not sure what a onesie was.. but I think I figured it out. :-)
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