On Friday morning, we rolled into Gadsden to visit my grandmother Irene. It was the first time Carter met his great-grandmother and the first time she had seen Mo and K in quite a while. Though he wasn't too sure at first, C and Big I became good buddies after some french fry bribing and a quick game of peekaboo.


Looking good for a 70-year-old with 21-years experience.










And the toddler thought, "While everyone is smiling at the camera, I'll just . . . ."


Awesome. Ninety years difference between these two.


These three pics make driving 12 hours not seem so long.