Friday, January 30, 2009

The Dad-o-saurus

I've been astounded by the number of comments on my last throw-away post, which simply told you it was my birthday. So I'm somewhat embarrassed to add anything else, lest it appear I'm simply milking this -- but this is just too precious not to share.

Yesterday I received a belated birthday card from my two-year-old granddaughter (maybe her parents helped with the postage). Anyway, she apparently had some difficulty finding a card specifically for a 57th birthday, so she did the sensible thing and taped together two cards -- one for a 50th birthday and the other for a seventh birthday. (I suppose that was cheaper and more expedient that sending five ten-year-old cards plus change.)

So, to wrap up my rambling preamble, here's what I found in the envelope:

An amazing little math whiz that Abby is.


joyce said...

So you are a dinosaur and a dog? That is not right. I know what a dog says, but what does a dinosaur say?

Isn't dinosaur a word for a guy that does not get computers? You know computers, so that is not you.

Bob said...

No, I'm the Dad-o-saur. Older than dirt, but strangely fascinating to toddlers who love Barney.

Teresa said...

LOL - more than a few days late and a couple dollars short - a belated Happy Birthday to you.

I only remember how old I am when I decide it's worth it to subtract and see what I get. I like the Dad-o-saur card though. Well done Abby. *grin*

Bag Blog said...

Grand Girls are just so great. I took mine out sliding on the ice in a parking lot today. They thought it was great fun.

JAMIE'S CREW said...

Love it! That is a treasure to keep for a very long time.

As I wrote over at Joyce's blog, I really look forward to reading both of your posts. You both write so well. I shoud take some notes. At any rate, I slipped in a little something I thought was humorous next to the last picture on my post tonight.

The Friendly Neighborhood Piper said...

am i the only one that thinks that if you compare the youthful Bob pic to the dinosaur it almost looks like one of those age forward types of things?

Bob said...

Nah, the Dad-o-saur looks nothing like the dinosaur. Actually, I look more like the love-child of Dick Cheney and E.T.

Joyce and I only seem funny; we're actually very dour. I'll have to check out your latest.

Bag Blog--
Yeah, grandkids are grand. You know what -- I bet that's why they're called grandchildren.

Our son Andy ... er, I mean our granddaughter Abby ... cracks me up. (Quick recovery there, eh?)

JAMIE'S CREW said...

Bob, I was confused about my tonights post comment about sliding on the bum and the picture on tomorrows post. Oh dear.

Bou said...

I love that. I love too that someone, either of them or both of them (your son and dil) put some funny thought into it. You and Joyce did a lot right...

Hula Doula said...

OK I commented the other day but it didn't save! BUMMER.
Happy Very Belated Birthday right now.
Older than a Dadosaur...not bad. It's when she says you're older than dirt that you have to worry!

Anonymous said...

Too Cute! I can't wait to meet this Little Abby.


Missy said...

Happy Happy Birthday!

Bob said...

At my age every birthday is a milestone.

The men of our family marry well and the women we marry give birth to the cutest babies. Abby is soooo cute.

But I am older than dirt. It was a rough childhood I had. Nothing but rocks everywhere, but at least I didn't have to worry about getting dirty.

At first I read your comment as: "You and Joyce did a lot, right?" Punctuation is important.

I'll never tell -- I'm always confused.

Bou said...

No, no, I meant it as I put it.

You and Joyce did a lot right.

As in, did a lot correctly with your children and continue to do so with you inlaw children... who... mmm... are probably children to you now. I suspect with you and Joyce, the 'inlaw' thing is not needed or warranted.

Bob said...

Thanks for the compliment. I have to credit Joyce for most of what "we" did right. Speaking of in-laws, we're going to gain a new daughter-in-law later this year. She's a gem. If there's one thing we do well in our family, it's picking wives.