Grandpa H

Last week Jett turned in to the loudest kid I've ever met. I'm not saying it has anything to do with the fact that Grandpa H took care of him for four days last week. Oh no, I'm sure he had nothing to do with it. Jett spent the week doing quiet activities, like reading books and counting cheerios. There was no running in the condo. No yelling with delight. And no chasing. Definately no chasing.

Or so I'm told.