Kurtz…

Replaced by Olivia!

Rylin make friends with the neighbor.

Rylin make friends with the neighbor.

Chuck Kurtz

Chuck Kurtz

I don’t like Olivia.

It took a mere two days for Olivia to upset, create turmoil and completely shatter my fun-filled plans for the summer: swimming, playing catch with the Frisbee, taking walks, playing at the parks, going to the library, bowling, fishing, taking in some museums, and simply playing outside in the backyard.

But then Olivia intervened.

Even the occasional relaxation time in the house reading a book or playing music has been disrupted by Olivia.

Everything suddenly has changed. And I don’t like it! Continue reading

Kurtz…

A granddaughter’s love

Chuck Kurtz

Chuck Kurtz

April and May, especially May, are the big birthday months for grandchildren: Carys in Colorado turned 7; Alexandra in Seattle turns 15; Ashlyn in Olathe soon will be 3; and a new grandson in Olathe likely is going to arrive sometime in May.

For the record, Rylin in Olathe turns 6 in August and Dylan in Colorado will be 9 in October.

Not long ago, after Ashlyn and I had walked home from school with Rylin, we were sitting at the kitchen table; they eating their afternoon snack, I drinking a cup of coffee and the conversation was centered on Ashlyn’s upcoming birthday.

“How old are you going to be?” I asked Ashlyn.

“Three,” she replied while stuffing her mouth with blue berries. Continue reading

Creating memories one fingernail at a time

Rylin's "handy" work on Grandpa Chuck's right hand.

Rylin’s “handy” work on Grandpa Chuck’s right hand.

Chuck Kurtz

Chuck Kurtz

You’ll get no argument from me that I will do just about anything when it comes to each of my five grandkids.

To say they have me wrapped around their little fingers is, well, an understatement.

Our oldest, Alexandra, is 13 and leaves on Whidbey Island near Seattle, Wash. Dylan, 7, and his sister Carys, 5, live in Windsor, Colo., just east of Fort Collins. Then there are Rylin, 4, and her sister Ashlyn, 18 months, who live in Olathe and who I have been babysitting three afternoons a week since Rylin was six months old.

I would watch them all if it were possible. Continue reading

Turning 63 and almost a perfect life!

I was babysitting the grandkids the other day, Rylin, 3, and Ashlyn, 7 months, and the discussion somehow turned to the topic of age, as in Rylin asking me how hold I was going to be on my birthday.

“How old are you?” I asked her.

“I’m 3,” she said.

“Well, I’m just about to turn 60 years older than you,” I said. “I’m going to be 63 on my next birthday.

“I’m 60 years older than you. What do you think about that?” Continue reading

Another video

Terri and Chuck’s 2012 Summer Video:

Dylan and Carys Visit Part 4

2012: Year of the theme parks

Grandpa Chuck, Sherri and Carys repelling an attack while riding the River Blast.

Grandpa Chuck, Sherri and Carys repelling an attack while riding the River Blast.

Mention a theme park and, well, I’m ready to go. Roller coasters, bumper cars, rides that spin you around and upside down, the games and, yes back then, even the carnival-type food with its tantalizing aroma drifting throughout the park make up some of my most cherished childhood memories.

And theme parks were just as much fun for me when my kids became old enough to take them.

Needless-to-say, I’ve always enjoyed going to theme parks. But in the past few years, the visits to these wonderful places have been few and far between and I figured my attraction to getting on a roller coaster that drops you 60 feet in two seconds and travels through corkscrews at 70-plus miles an hour, had waned and given out to old age.

I was wrong! Continue reading

Granddaughter Ashlyn and the pop gun

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