My father's grandson
Hannes has been on the move all summer. In at least two ways. First, he has really learned to take himself to places on his own, and second, we have been traveling between and in Sweden and Finland quite a but.
We're currently at his grandpa's. My Dad's place, that is. I just love watching my father play with and hold my son.
My grandfather, my father's father, died when I was four, so I never really got to know him, which is a shame. Fortunately, Hannes gets a chance to get to know his grandfather.
My Dad calls Hannes (this would be the English translation) "Guy" all the time. Some times it's "Big Guy." Then, at times, he just looks at Hannes and says, "Hannes!"
Right now, they're in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. Big Guy and, well, Big Guy.
