Monday, 23 March 2015

My grandchildren.

An update on the Blur (formerly known as the Wretched Wretch) and his younger sister Sardine.

My five-year-old grandson (I have to say that so you know - as the Blur patiently explains to people - 'I am not a girl. I am a boy with long hair') :



His sister, nearly two:





Unusual people. I like them.







Pictures by Buzzfloyd, their mother.


13 comments:

Elizabeth @ The Garden Window said...

<3

DaisyAnon said...

Lovely! The Blur looks so like you!
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Pen Wilcock said...

Oh - we are always talking about the threads and connections we see - the glimpses of various family members on both their mother's and their father's side. Marvelling at how people who look rather different can blend so effectively in the next generation. x

BLD in MT said...

And he has wonderful hair, too! Very cute kiddos there.

Pen Wilcock said...

Thank you. We like 'em. xx

Michelle said...

I have wondered for a while, why was he known as the Wretched Wretch?

Pen Wilcock said...

:0) A quotation from Tove Jansson (Moomin books). Amusing. Somewhat akin to our cats, the Disgraceful Pussybeasts. You have to have the same sense of humour. And my grandson . . . he is one of the nicest people I know, but childhood is not (I hope) the easiest season of his life.

Elizabeth @ The Garden Window said...

Hi Pen,
my review of "The Long Fall" is up at http://thegardenwindow.blogspot.co.uk/2015/03/the-long-fall.html


Wishing you a blessed Holy Week!

Pen Wilcock said...

:0) Thank you so much for another really thoughtful and kind review. xx

Anonymous said...

They are beautiful children!
DMW

Pen Wilcock said...

:0) We think so! Thank you xx

Rapunzel said...

Pen, they're delightful. I've five grandchildren of my own, and looking at yours I Suddenly Understood how the custom of match-making got started.

Pen Wilcock said...

Ah - yes - I think you would like them! We are a bit of a secluded tribe because our strange neurological/psychological make-up means one has to be patient and understanding to get on with us - and of course, most people aren't. The grandchildren have inherited the full wacky whack of weirdness and are quite a force to be reckoned with; but they are funny and original and immensely endearing.