Grandpa Olsen, my Dad, is a really cool man. I really love him. And so do my kids. And everyone else who's ever been to one of his annual Pumpkin Picking parties or Easter Egg Hunts. Grandpa dons the generous-grandpa-to-all hat very well, and makes it his priority to spoil as many children with childhood memories of treats and adventure on a farm of fancy.
His farm is like the Candy House in Hansel and Gretyl, without the whole kidnapping and chicken bone through a cage bit.
I imagine at his funeral there will be many grown children crying in the pews as they remember him.
Who else thinks depressing thoughts like these while their children happily gather hidden Blow Pops and pastel Skittles?
Grandpa Olsen explaining the rules of the game. Different areas were divided by age groups. A really smart idea considering how Liam wouldn't stand a chance against a beefy eleven year old boy.
Now I just need to photoshop a little bunny tail in...
This is Isla's new smile for the camera. Heaven help her.
Sharing a conjugal hug after the hunt. Check out the Isla's loot.
Elijah and Paige at the pre-hunt picnic
Liam flashing his new gang sign: four years old baby.
Isla and her Gramma
Scott posing for the camera, Billy saying "Take the picture already."
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