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Little G Then and Now

Big Glen holds baby Glen in our pool two years ago.

Big Glen holds baby Glen in our pool two years ago.

The first time that Glen V visited our backyard pool, he was a mere three months old.

Kelly makes sure baby G is secure.

Kelly makes sure baby G is secure.

His parents, the ever-lovely Kelly and Glen IV, had to do everything for the tiny tyke.

Now let’s fast-forward two years.

Little G jumps into Glen’s arms from the waterfall.

Little G jumps into Glen’s arms from the waterfall.

Glive (as we like to call him) is fun in the sun! He and his parents visited my younger son and I last week, and we had a swell time.

Kelly guides Glive.

Kelly guides Glive.

Fortunately, little Glen was wearing his Puddle Jumpers, so we didn’t have to worry about him sinking. It was cool watching him and marveling at how far he’s come since his first time in our pool.

The Stingray looks like the same one, but it’s not.

The Sting Ray looks like the same one, but it’s not.

This was a more-confident Glivester kicking his legs trying to swim, jumping into his dad’s arms, and squirting his mom with a water gun.

Time out for a snack

Break time

Of course, he did have his terrible twos moments, which resulted in him going into time out (at least he got to enjoy his snack, though; food always soothes the cranky Frankies, as we liked to call them way back when).

Double Glen love!

Double Glen love!

Other than that, it seemed like he’s learning to enjoy all the freedom that growing up brings.

Slam dunk time for my baby boy.

Slam dunk time for my baby boy.

Before we know it, little Glen will be just like this guy in the pool!

Discin’ It Up in Austin

My #2 son sends a putt towards the basket.

I might be one of the few people in Texas who hasn’t spent much time in Austin. I’ve only been to the state capital once since I moved here from Illinois in 1983. I have to really get psyched up to leave my familiar and much-loved 10-mile travel radius.

The Mister played several holes.

Of course, when it comes to my sons, all bets are off, and my scope suddenly widens. Before I know it, I find myself in the Mister’s Honda Odyssey ready for a new adventure.

It’s an easy putt for Glen.

My younger son has wanted to play disc golf courses in Austin for awhile. When a new, super 18-holer, Roy G. Guerrero DGC, opened up to much fanfare recently, the kid decided a road trip was in order.

Eric shows off his flair for stylish putting, much to Glen’s amazement.

Which is why last weekend we found ourselves heading towards Austin with our disc golf friends Eric and Glen and families. I tagged along to photograph Roy G. (the guys played two more courses after that) and was so impressed by how nice it was.

Stephen sails a putt.

We met up with our old pal Stephen, who has moved to Austin. He had already played Roy G. several times, so he was a perfect guide.

The basket is ready for Tommy’s putt.

After a couple holes, Stephen’s friend Tommy joined our merry group. He also is a Roy G. fan.

The Glens—little and big

A treat for me—besides watching my boy play—was seeing Glen V again. He and Kelly came along to add to the fun.

Kelly kisses her sweet baby boy.

Little G seemed to enjoy the course as much as the big boys and their photographer did. Before we know it, he’ll be playing, too.

And now I can proudly say that I’ve visited Austin twice!

Baby G Turns One!

Baby antlers!

Remember this baby?

There’s a new sheriff in town . . . and he’s awfully cute!

Guess who’s a year old (as of February 15)?

Glive tastes his cake.

Glen V, the adorable son of our friends Kelly and Glen (IV)! Glive celebrated his birthday at a western-style home party last Saturday filled with lots of toddlers and a trio of nonwestern-wearing schlubs who, as usual, stood out like hicks at the ball. In fairness to the Mister, our younger son, and I, we didn’t get the memo about what to wear, not that that would’ve helped, of course.

Mighty good!

Yes, I’ve lived in the Houston area since 1983 and own nothing I’d be proud to wear to our annual rodeo, and the same goes for the rest of my family. That is, if we ever got to go to the rodeo (it’s outside our 10-mile travel radius, after all). We’re yahoos who rarely get to say “yeehaw.”

Sweetest little boots ever!

Meanwhile, Glive was dressed head to toe (well, when he would wear a cowboy hat) in his western best. Impossible as it seems, he looked even cuter.

Hamming it up for the Nikon

There’s one thing that’s for certain about little Glen’s future:

Love that milky, drooly grin!

He’s destined to be a heartbreaker!

A Needed Baby Fix

Who can resist this sweet face?

Has anyone else missed looking at photos of this adorable baby boy?

Glen IV kisses Glen V.

I hadn’t seen Baby Glen, aka Glen V, aka Glive, since early August.

I’ve had the baby blues ever since.

Baby G smiles at his dad.

But, finally, last weekend the Mister called me to join him and our younger son for lunch near the disc golf tournament they were playing in. The main draw? Our friends Kelly and Glen would be there . . . with Baby G!

After lunch I returned with the disc golfers to the course to watch my two guys play . . . and, of course, to snap a few pix of that almost nine-month-old cutie. It was a short fix but a necessary one.

Those beautiful baby blues!

And now? I can’t wait to see that sweet boy again!