First off, what is a snoochel? Long ago when the children were little we read them Dr. Seuss. There were sneeches, on the beaches. So we figured out kids were sneeches. Well if your kids jump in your bed and you have to snookle them. Then you are snookling a sneech. Of course that would mean they are then snoochels. Hope you understand.
Well, now Megan has two snoochels. Tomorrow granny, and gramps fly to New York to see the sneeches, or snoochels, or what ever. Quinny, and Evie are the little monkeys we watch every morning on facetime jumping around like wild monkeys. They are growing like weeds. Then there is the original snookler, Sylvie. Sylvie is exploding into a teenager. Whoa be unto her mom. Sylvie is taller than her mom already, and will probably be as tall as granpa in no time.
Megan moved to a wonderful spot in the woods. So nice to have the kids grow up where they can explore outside. This morning we were just facetiming with Megan while she hiked near her house with Quinnie and Evie. Being a grandpa is a good deal.
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