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Toby and...

Finally, a long-awaited blog post about Virginia!  I'm afraid you will have to wait a little longer to hear a little about all our fun activities (we fitted in beach and mountains, what more could you want on a holiday?) but the main purpose of the trip was to introduce Toby to some more of his family.  He charmed 'em all.

First, the most important: Toby meets Grandma (or Meemaw as she is known to her great-grands)

Of course, Grandpa (or Grampoo) was just as important, but didn't get quite so many cuddles owing to having heart surgery while we were there (you wouldn't know it, would you?)


It was the second time for meeting Uncle John, but Toby's changed a bit in 6 months!

Inspecting the James River with Aunt Kristal.



With a couple of my cousins, Lloyd and Ben.  At the rate Toby's growing he may rival their height one day.


With Great-Uncle Ben.


Walking in the woods with Great-Aunt Mary, who did a great job entertaining us in the mountains.  Thanks for letting us stay!


With Mary's mom Susan and assorted other members of her family.

Lots of legs!


Bedtime story with Meemaw

Looking cute all by himself, and doing his best to eat an unopened packet of cheese crackers.

Phew!  That was supposed to be the easy blog entry for the trip, but I'm still getting used to Blogger's new way of adding photos.  I'm sure it'll be easier... eventually.

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