A Sign

Grandpa Tim strikes again.  This time with signs of welcome for the whole family.  Signs near the front door,

 

 and on our bedroom door.

 

Signs pointing to truth

 

and encouragement

posted in our bedroom.

Signs for all the kids

complete with names

nicknames

and pictures.

He even tried to help with naming the new baby,

 

but Joe and I were so torn between MeetZorpe and Roscoe that we decided to not play favorites and choose Isaiah, instead.  I hope he won't be disappointed someday when he realizes the alternatives.

He also posted rules for the children.  When they came down from bed, we would just point to the appropriate response and send them back upstairs.  Unfortunately since most of them can't read, the sign did not prove as helpful as we had hoped.

It's hard for me to believe that anyone would welcome the intrusion of a cranky pregnant lady, five (soon to be six) young children, a noisy cat and their son, into their quiet, serene home nestled in the country, but Gramps did, and he even made me believe that they were excited to have us.  He may just be a little crazy after all!

I'm glad he did it.  It was a grand welcome for all.