bronson griswold

We just spent 4 days in beautiful, sunny San Diego with my brother-in-law and his family. I'm ready to move there.

Meet Bronson! He's 2 and half. He loves anything with wheels. If you just entered his house, and sit down on the couch, he'll ask you if you want anything to drink. He thinks EVERYTHING is funny. When his mom is wearing a cool outfit, he tells her so. If you hold him up, he can actually play pinball. When he's upset, he tries very hard not to cry, and the minute you say something funny he has forgotten all about it. When you're walking on the sidewalk and approach the street, he will remind you to stop and look both ways. He has an entire world of pretend in his back yard and he doesn't mind if you add to it, within reason. He's our nephew.








He insisted I smell the flowers.



We took a tour of the Stone Brewery in Escondido, and Bronson came along with his dad. When the guide asked the group if any of us did any home brewing, Bronson raised his hand.












Bronson and Uncle Matt were pretty much inseparable the entire time. They had story time every night before going to bed, and if Matt and I went out by ourselves, he would run to the door when we got back and say "Where were you, Uncle Matt? I looked everywhere for you!"





















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