I bring you belated yuletide tidings and confess this blog will get a litle more occasional as the teens are young adults deserving better than to be called teens.
And touch wood seem to be making a fine forrest for me to touch. I am afraid I am in danger of suffering Proud Dad Syndrome, perhaps its always been there, dormant.
Maybe one day I will remember and write that 13 is a lucky age for grandparents. We will see.