Pretzel Snacks, which Grandma took to a grants reception for South Central Community Foundation. (I don't know why she didn't take me. I stayed home and kept Grandpa company.) I also helped with meal preparation. I like sitting on the counter and helping.
When you're doing all that cooking, you have to load and unload the dishwasher a bunch of times. I was a pro at helping with that, since that's one of my chores at home for Mommy and Daddy.
I must admit that I wasn't too enthused about one of the jobs Grandpa had for me. He thought I could be a cow girl. The veterinarian was there working calves with Grandpa and Jake. I had my boots and everything, but I did not like the noise they made. I held onto Grandma very tight and said, "Kinley hide." But it was OK to sit in the pickup cab for a little while.
Until next time,
***A note from Grandma. This concludes Kinley's reports from her stay at Grandma and Grandpa's house. For some of you, that's probably welcome news. However, one of my goals with my blog is to provide a picture of our Kansas farm and our family. In this day and age, when it seems most of our photos stay on our phone or imprisoned on the digital camera card, I hope this will serve as a remembrance for Kinley and for us. And, maybe some of you out there can relate to this doting Grandma and Grandpa who loved sharing a week with a special little girl.
And, now ... back to regular programming, including moving cattle home from pasture, recipes and more.