Sunday, March 21, 2010

The call of the auctioneer ...

I got my first pair of "big boy" shoes this week. Thick soled. Velcro straps. Darn attractive, if I must say so myself. Here I am after putting them on for the first time. It was hard to walk! (Thanks for the St. Patrick's Day card, Grandma Maggy!)

After the rain last week we had snow this week! Mom, Dad and I went to Grandma and Grandpa's Friday after school. Clayton's auction was going to take place "come hell or high water" so Saturday everyone was out of the house early and did their best to make things go smoothly. Before you can bid you have to "get a number" and register. Both Uncle Eric and Dad got numbers and I got to go with them.

There were 14 hayracks full of things plus furniture and appliances to sell. Uncle Tim (in the orange) stopped by to see how things were going. It was a long day for Grandma and Grandpa.

I went on a quick tour of things but it was cold so I just told Mom and Dad what I wanted and left them to bid. I was really lucky because I got to spend most of the day warm in the house with Clayton.


There were cars as far as the eye could see!

After the auction everyone came over. I did my best to keep them entertained but just had to go to bed and left them to carry on their party without me.

Overnight the Easter Bunny came! (A bit early this year.) I got to cuddle with Uncle Eric a bit as he read me one of my Easter books.

As Mom and Dad loaded the car Grandpa Dave and I watched some of the films Dad posted on earlier blogs. (I sure wish someone would have told me several months ago that I waddled when I walk. Geez, I look like a penquin!)

Before getting home Mom, Dad and I went to Hoover High School and saw Grandma Maggy play in the Greater Des Moines Community Band. I really liked the music but after a couple of numbers I had to get up and move around. After three hours in the car sitting was the last thing I wanted to do.
Mom and Dad took turns following me as I went on a self-directed tour of the building. Dad kept trying to tell me about high school but he wasn't making sense. He and Mom agreed that there is a certain smell to a high school (much like there is a certain smell to a preschool).

You can see Grandma playing flute to the right of the conductor.

When we got home it was really nice out! I ran around while Mom and Dad unloaded the car then helped Dad roll the recycling to the curb.

One last thing ... at the auction Mom picked up some old toys she played with as a girl at Clayton's house. Imagine her pride as she finally got something she built to look like the picture on the side of the box! ($40 and 25 years later she has a special feeling of success. Good for you Mom ... yep, good for you.)

That's all folks ...
Let's all try and be the windshield, not the bug this week.
Pierce