A colorful reminder of grandgirls
I can tell my husband, grandpa to three boys and three girls, is beginning to kick into Baboo overdrive and a need for a dose of grandkids. “Baboo” is the name our oldest called his paternal grandfather. As the rest of the grands arrived, they followed the eldest’s example.
It is a perfect fit for the unconditional love that Baboo pours out in the form of lots of hugs and snuggling, playing goofy made-up games and serving up pizza and other kid-favored meals galore.
The other day I walked into our kitchen and adjacent family room to see an unusual arrangement of the artwork that granddaughters Charlie and Stella had brought to our house on a summer visit. Baboo had hung one masterpiece on a light switch and the other over a piece by a Gulf Coast artist, both in positions where we would see them throughout the day.
There werte no signatures and our memories are shot, but the amount of detail in the one above is characteristic of Charlie. All three of the granddaughters like to draw and paint. Charlie and Molly Kate are more into detail. Stella is into speed and moving on to the next thing.
Art by Stella?