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Comment by sue brigle on September 22, 2013 at 4:45pm

when my granddaughter was 4, she drew me a picture of the sun, all colors of red and orange.   I did make a quilt like that and it's called Sydney's Sun.   She's almost 12 now and she decided she would like the quilt to hang in her room, but the original picture still hangs on the wall in my sewing room.

Comment by rogue quilter Queen of the WIVSP on September 20, 2013 at 11:13pm

oh ethelda...almost missed your comment! that is a wonderful story! i miss having a house full of neighborhood kids. no matter where we moved over the years, it didn't take long for the neighborhood to find it's way into my house. all ages..my guy was a magnet. the first ones would spread the word and i would have older sibling knocking on the door asking if this was ben's house? yes... is **** here? yes..pretty soon the older siblings were escorting the younger to my house and many times stayed to help w the garden, baking cookies..whatever. when my son left home to attend college, i still had some of his friends coming to visit, bring their girlfriends to meet ben's mom. got emails for a few years after we moved here. i so miss them all. you and your hubby are so very very fortunate!!

Comment by rogue quilter Queen of the WIVSP on September 20, 2013 at 11:07pm

save these gramma! every once in a while i find one of the "quilts" my son designed for me to make "if you want to, mom" - tucked in w a stack of patterns. his poems about quilters and moms too :)). now, in my box of tools, notions etc there is the first "quilt design" from my oldest grdaughter for gramma ham to make. and i will...even if i don't, the pattern she colored for me is a new generation of treasured momentos. i think your little guy sounds pretty amazing!

Comment by Ethelda Hillsman on September 20, 2013 at 9:58pm

You will appreciate this: we are the "grandparents" on our cul-de-sac (i.e. the old folks) and one little boy has adopted my husband as his foster Papa. He was about 3 1/2 at the time when he came over with an action figure. My husband asked who it was. Will(child's name ) said, "ioman". Hubby repeats, "ioman" will says, No, ioman. Hubby says, ioman. Will puts, his hands on his waist, leans forward and says, ioman. Finally, hubby got on the phone and called the Mommy. She laughed and said, Ironman". So hubby told Will, Ironman. Will grinned ear to ear and said, "yes, Ioman!"

Comment by sue brigle on September 20, 2013 at 8:55pm

grandkids are lifes greatest gift I think.   There's a saying something about them being your reward for going through the trauma of raising children.

Comment by Vickie Smith on September 20, 2013 at 8:49pm

How cute...  he sounds adorable.

Comment by Karen Lightman on September 20, 2013 at 6:07pm

cute.....I bet there's some Iron Man fabric out there with Blane's name on it..lol