We always meant to live in England for about 5 years, and it was 5 years ago yesterday that we flew back here to live.
Time's up.
We have another viewing of our house scheduled for Wednesday morning--the first one in nearly a year. Apparently, the guy who's coming to look at the house is keen to buy and has the money already lined up. It will be a second home, and since both parties are unencumbered by other houses, mortgage issues, etc. if he chooses to buy ours it could happen in about 6 weeks. We'd have to find someplace to rent while we sort out green cards and U.S. passports, but would be home soon. Maybe 6 months, tops.
Everybody do some serious praying for us.
I love England, and I will sincerely miss it when we move back to Utah. But I still want to come home.
My top ten list of things I miss about living in Utah:
10--General Conference is on TV so you can watch it in your pajamas whilst doing puzzles.
9--The smell of the desert after it rains.
8--The food. More specifically, Cafe Rio, Wendy's, Ranch dressing, decent pickles, Granny B cookies...I could go on!
7--Oh, the mountains. How I miss them!
6--Not having to lock everything up and bolt everything down to keep it from getting stolen!
5--The L.D.S. church culture--not having your doctor weirded out by your garments, everyone understanding why you don't drink coffee or tea, being able to buy church books, scriptures, pictures of Jesus, etc. for VERY cheap!
4--Proximity to the Temple.
3--Being able to pick fruit and vegetables from my daddy's garden and orchard.
2--Cousins-lots and lots of cousins-for my kids to play with.
1--Seeing my family. ALL of them!
Monday, August 30, 2010
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Dylan
Tomorrow my baby boy will be three years old. Where has the time gone?
It seems like an eternity since I first found out I was pregnant, but I remember it well. I had just come home from work on a Wednesday, having popped in to Scunthorpe town centre to buy a pregnancy test. I did the test, and when I saw the two little lines on it, I started crying. I kept crying for the next hour, and they were all happy tears.
Pregnancy was good for me, though the first and last 6 weeks were tough. I loved feeling Dylan moving inside me, and recall with fondness the way he hiccupped all during my last 4 weeks and jumped every time they tested the fire alarm at work. I loved my belly!
The birth wasn't quite what I had expected, and it took me a long time to settle in to motherhood, but when I learned to accept my new role as a mother I discovered a love for my son which surpassed anything else I had ever felt.
I have loved watching Dylan grow and develop. He is such a beautiful, intelligent little boy. He's not easy to be with at the minute. In fact, we butt heads on a daily basis right now. But I love him all the same.
Three years ago I had my miracle baby, and my life changed forever. It became richer and more meaningful, and with each passing day Dylan brings more surprises, more headaches, more tears, but ultimately, more joy. He is such a wonderful blessing.
It seems like an eternity since I first found out I was pregnant, but I remember it well. I had just come home from work on a Wednesday, having popped in to Scunthorpe town centre to buy a pregnancy test. I did the test, and when I saw the two little lines on it, I started crying. I kept crying for the next hour, and they were all happy tears.
Pregnancy was good for me, though the first and last 6 weeks were tough. I loved feeling Dylan moving inside me, and recall with fondness the way he hiccupped all during my last 4 weeks and jumped every time they tested the fire alarm at work. I loved my belly!
The birth wasn't quite what I had expected, and it took me a long time to settle in to motherhood, but when I learned to accept my new role as a mother I discovered a love for my son which surpassed anything else I had ever felt.
I have loved watching Dylan grow and develop. He is such a beautiful, intelligent little boy. He's not easy to be with at the minute. In fact, we butt heads on a daily basis right now. But I love him all the same.
Three years ago I had my miracle baby, and my life changed forever. It became richer and more meaningful, and with each passing day Dylan brings more surprises, more headaches, more tears, but ultimately, more joy. He is such a wonderful blessing.
Friday, August 27, 2010
All about mom...
All about me, according to my delightful nearly-3-year-old:
1. What is something mom always says to you? "It's ok.!"
2. What makes mom happy? "Stop being naughty."
3. What makes mom sad? "Not getting what you said. Say."
4. How does mom make you laugh? "Play peek-a-boo."
5. What was mom like as a chilld? "Uhh, peek-a-boo."
6. How old is your mom? "I don't know. How old are you? Are you the age that I am?"
7. How tall is your mom? "I don't know."
8. What is her favorite thing to do? "Tell people what to do."
9. What does your mom do when you're not around? "You get sad."
10. If your mom becomes famous, what will it be for? "Not get my new cars."
11. What is your mom really good at? "Telling people what to do."
12. What is your mom not very good at? "I don't know."
13. What does your mom do for her job? "Tell people what to do."
14. What is your mom's favorite food? "I don't know."
15. What makes you proud of your mom? "Not telling me what to do. Otherwise I can't play."
16. If your mom were a cartoon character, who would she be? "Can you help me guess?"
17. What do you and your mom do together? "Say Cheese!"
18. How are you and your mom the same? "I don't think we're the same old."
19. How are you and your mom different? "I don't think we're different"
20. How do you know your mom loves you? "I think I don't love you. Only dad."
I saw this on my sister Angie's BLOG when Dylan was just over a year old, and could hardly wait to ask him the same questions. Now I pretty much wish I'd waited another year or so. There's a whole lot of "I don't know." Although, to be fair, he was watching cartoons when I asked the questions.
Last night made me think about it, because while I was cleaning up from dinner he put my shoes on and wandered around the garden "pretending to be the mom." He seems pretty clear that being a mom only involves telling people what to do.
That said, it could have been worse! Other than the whole not loving me thing. That was pretty harsh. But even that was ok, because it means that he is identifying himself as male and bonding with his father. It's a good sign. But it would be nice if he hadn't said it all the same.
1. What is something mom always says to you? "It's ok.!"
2. What makes mom happy? "Stop being naughty."
3. What makes mom sad? "Not getting what you said. Say."
4. How does mom make you laugh? "Play peek-a-boo."
5. What was mom like as a chilld? "Uhh, peek-a-boo."
6. How old is your mom? "I don't know. How old are you? Are you the age that I am?"
7. How tall is your mom? "I don't know."
8. What is her favorite thing to do? "Tell people what to do."
9. What does your mom do when you're not around? "You get sad."
10. If your mom becomes famous, what will it be for? "Not get my new cars."
11. What is your mom really good at? "Telling people what to do."
12. What is your mom not very good at? "I don't know."
13. What does your mom do for her job? "Tell people what to do."
14. What is your mom's favorite food? "I don't know."
15. What makes you proud of your mom? "Not telling me what to do. Otherwise I can't play."
16. If your mom were a cartoon character, who would she be? "Can you help me guess?"
17. What do you and your mom do together? "Say Cheese!"
18. How are you and your mom the same? "I don't think we're the same old."
19. How are you and your mom different? "I don't think we're different"
20. How do you know your mom loves you? "I think I don't love you. Only dad."
I saw this on my sister Angie's BLOG when Dylan was just over a year old, and could hardly wait to ask him the same questions. Now I pretty much wish I'd waited another year or so. There's a whole lot of "I don't know." Although, to be fair, he was watching cartoons when I asked the questions.
Last night made me think about it, because while I was cleaning up from dinner he put my shoes on and wandered around the garden "pretending to be the mom." He seems pretty clear that being a mom only involves telling people what to do.
That said, it could have been worse! Other than the whole not loving me thing. That was pretty harsh. But even that was ok, because it means that he is identifying himself as male and bonding with his father. It's a good sign. But it would be nice if he hadn't said it all the same.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Number 1 Dad...
Ok, so maybe not in this picture. Sleeping on the job isn't generally considered to be a good thing!
Awww, how cute!
Squished, but happy all the same.
Focused, aren't they?
Dad is imparting vital knowledge--how to play Super Mario Galaxy on the Wii.
Getting ready to do some baking...
Waiting for the cookies to come out of the oven.
My children love spending time with their daddy, and he loves them! What a lucky couple of kids. And what a lucky woman I am.
going, going, GONE!
The kids and I came home to some serious noise a few days ago...
...and a lot more light in the back garden!
We tried to get a closer look...
And saw this man up in the neighbor's tree, chainsaw in hand!
Dylan was fascinated.
Edith thought it was something new to watch while she gnawed on a carrot stick.
Is it kind of weird that we all sat on the kitchen floor together for about 20 minutes and had a great time doing it?
The sycamore tree in Simon and Joanne's garden is gone! I miss the tree, but am loving all the extra morning sunshine we get in our garden as a result. We knew it would be going, but it was still strange to watch it being cut down. Our back garden still feels slightly, well, naked.
Monday, August 23, 2010
Lazy day...
Today is going to be a quiet, lazy day. It would have been nice to take the kids to the park or something, but we woke up at 4:45am (thanks a lot, Dylan) to pouring rain. It's going to be a strictly indoors sort of day. Except that we've got a friend coming 'round with a stihl saw later this evening to cut a hole in our back garden wall. We're going to have rear access at last, and the means to take the trash out to be collected every week. Doesn't sound that exciting, I know. But it is, because we've had to haul our own rubbish to the tip every week since we moved in to this house 4 1/2 years ago.
So I guess it's not going to be that lazy for Martin. He has to put up a gate.
Sunday was a really good day. Church was not too stressful, and Martin's talk and musical number went very well. We were all really tired, but had a lovely day all the same. The only down-side was that Martin had to go in to work and cash out & lock up, but I did some work on my rag rug while he was gone, and it was nice and relaxing.
Amy gave me a fab book that she found in a charity shop. She's kind of old-school and always brings me a little gift when she comes over for dinner. She said that she normally brings a packet of biscuits, but doesn't bother with me because I am such a wonderful baker. Oh, she knows how to flatter me so well! Anyway, it's a book about rag crafts, and it gave me a good tip. I've been making my rug out of old t-shirts, and cutting the t-shirts up one strip at a time. The book taught me how to do a continuous cut on the clothes so that it takes less time and I get more rug strips out of the shirts. It's a simple concept that I probably should have come up with on my own, but I hadn't. So now the rug is going much more quickly.
I've also decided to make the kids quiet books for Christmas. You may recall that their gifts from us were hand made last year, as well. Dylan still plays with those fish we made. I remember the quiet books we had when I was a little girl with great fondness, and I hope Dylan and Edith will love theirs, too. I've started designing the pages and collecting fabrics to do it. I just need to get some muslin and pellum.
I never thought I'd be so crafty.
Anyway, I need to wake my lovely husband up now. And maybe make breakfast for the kids. For some silly reason, they seem to like to eat. What a nuisance!
So I guess it's not going to be that lazy for Martin. He has to put up a gate.
Sunday was a really good day. Church was not too stressful, and Martin's talk and musical number went very well. We were all really tired, but had a lovely day all the same. The only down-side was that Martin had to go in to work and cash out & lock up, but I did some work on my rag rug while he was gone, and it was nice and relaxing.
Amy gave me a fab book that she found in a charity shop. She's kind of old-school and always brings me a little gift when she comes over for dinner. She said that she normally brings a packet of biscuits, but doesn't bother with me because I am such a wonderful baker. Oh, she knows how to flatter me so well! Anyway, it's a book about rag crafts, and it gave me a good tip. I've been making my rug out of old t-shirts, and cutting the t-shirts up one strip at a time. The book taught me how to do a continuous cut on the clothes so that it takes less time and I get more rug strips out of the shirts. It's a simple concept that I probably should have come up with on my own, but I hadn't. So now the rug is going much more quickly.
I've also decided to make the kids quiet books for Christmas. You may recall that their gifts from us were hand made last year, as well. Dylan still plays with those fish we made. I remember the quiet books we had when I was a little girl with great fondness, and I hope Dylan and Edith will love theirs, too. I've started designing the pages and collecting fabrics to do it. I just need to get some muslin and pellum.
I never thought I'd be so crafty.
Anyway, I need to wake my lovely husband up now. And maybe make breakfast for the kids. For some silly reason, they seem to like to eat. What a nuisance!
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Maybe she's just jealous...
We have had a very full week--even me! It went kind of like this:
Monday; drove to Grimsby to see Cathy, had lunch with her, took her and Smudge (she's dog sitting for the in-laws) to the park with our family, and made pizza for dinner.
Tuesday; Martin took the kids and met his mother in Pocklington (they are spending the week in their caravan over in Yorkshire). I had a doctor's appointment, and had lunch with my girl Jen.
Wednesday; pretty normal day, but Noelle came over to visit after the kids were in bed. Grown up company 2 days in a row--wow!
Thursday; Ok, we didn't really do anything on Thursday. Just a normal day.
Friday; had Amy and the missionaries over for dinner. Took the kids to the library to get new books. Made 100% home-made chicken noodle soup, did most of my laundry, and nearly all the ironing (2 1/2 hours worth of it!)
And now, here we are at Saturday. We will be going in to Scunthorpe to put Martin's paycheck in the bank (the banks in Barton are all closed on Saturdays) and buy some fruit and veg on the market. Then the kids and I are going to Beth's birthday party. Home after that, and the usual dinner and bed stuff. Then it's a church lesson to prepare, a manicure and pedicure to do, and the rest of the ironing to finish off.
What does this have to do with being jealous? It all comes back to Cathy, and the way she treated me on Monday. I love my sister-in-law, but she's kind of a jerk sometimes. And I can't call her out on it, because if she gets angry with you she turns catty and mean. The last time I said something that offended her, she didn't speak to me for the next 3 months. Nice, huh?
I fed Edith while we were at the park on Monday. She was tired and thirsty, and we'd given Cathy one of our bottles of water for the dog. Nobody else was ready to go home yet, so I got comfortable and fed her.
I realize that Edith is nearly 17 months old now, and most women in this country don't feed their babies that long. But seriously, come on! The WHO recommends you breastfeed them until they are two years old. 2 YEARS OLD! We're still months away from that. And anyway, the longer I feed her, the better it is for her brain development!
Anyway, I start feeding Edith and Cathy gets this disgusted look on her face and says, "Oh. I thought you'd stopped doing THAT." Then she walked away.
I caught up with the rest of the group in time to overhear her telling Martin that she was disgusted that I fed Edith in public like that. Seriously, Cathy? You put more boob on display every day, and I dread to think what you're wearing when you go out on a Friday night. Feeding a baby is totally natural, and when I get my breasts out at least I'm using them for what they are meant for! I don't think there's anything wrong with feeding my child in public. I'm not about to hide in the car to do it, or in a public toilet. It's nothing to be ashamed of. How dare she treat me like that!
Anyway, she is very baby hungry and has a boyfriend who's not bothered. Maybe she's just jealous of my glamorous lifestyle and the fact that I have two beautiful babies to love and care for. Maybe she just wishes she had a little one to feed. And when she does, she'll probably only feed her little one at home. Or perch on the edge of a dirty toilet seat to do it. You know, so she doesn't offend anyone by flashing her boobs. Oh, wait! She already flashes her boobs at strangers with her low-cut dresses and tops.
Obviously, using your breasts to feed a baby is so much more offensive than using them to attract men!
Ok, all done.
I feel better now.
Monday; drove to Grimsby to see Cathy, had lunch with her, took her and Smudge (she's dog sitting for the in-laws) to the park with our family, and made pizza for dinner.
Tuesday; Martin took the kids and met his mother in Pocklington (they are spending the week in their caravan over in Yorkshire). I had a doctor's appointment, and had lunch with my girl Jen.
Wednesday; pretty normal day, but Noelle came over to visit after the kids were in bed. Grown up company 2 days in a row--wow!
Thursday; Ok, we didn't really do anything on Thursday. Just a normal day.
Friday; had Amy and the missionaries over for dinner. Took the kids to the library to get new books. Made 100% home-made chicken noodle soup, did most of my laundry, and nearly all the ironing (2 1/2 hours worth of it!)
And now, here we are at Saturday. We will be going in to Scunthorpe to put Martin's paycheck in the bank (the banks in Barton are all closed on Saturdays) and buy some fruit and veg on the market. Then the kids and I are going to Beth's birthday party. Home after that, and the usual dinner and bed stuff. Then it's a church lesson to prepare, a manicure and pedicure to do, and the rest of the ironing to finish off.
What does this have to do with being jealous? It all comes back to Cathy, and the way she treated me on Monday. I love my sister-in-law, but she's kind of a jerk sometimes. And I can't call her out on it, because if she gets angry with you she turns catty and mean. The last time I said something that offended her, she didn't speak to me for the next 3 months. Nice, huh?
I fed Edith while we were at the park on Monday. She was tired and thirsty, and we'd given Cathy one of our bottles of water for the dog. Nobody else was ready to go home yet, so I got comfortable and fed her.
I realize that Edith is nearly 17 months old now, and most women in this country don't feed their babies that long. But seriously, come on! The WHO recommends you breastfeed them until they are two years old. 2 YEARS OLD! We're still months away from that. And anyway, the longer I feed her, the better it is for her brain development!
Anyway, I start feeding Edith and Cathy gets this disgusted look on her face and says, "Oh. I thought you'd stopped doing THAT." Then she walked away.
I caught up with the rest of the group in time to overhear her telling Martin that she was disgusted that I fed Edith in public like that. Seriously, Cathy? You put more boob on display every day, and I dread to think what you're wearing when you go out on a Friday night. Feeding a baby is totally natural, and when I get my breasts out at least I'm using them for what they are meant for! I don't think there's anything wrong with feeding my child in public. I'm not about to hide in the car to do it, or in a public toilet. It's nothing to be ashamed of. How dare she treat me like that!
Anyway, she is very baby hungry and has a boyfriend who's not bothered. Maybe she's just jealous of my glamorous lifestyle and the fact that I have two beautiful babies to love and care for. Maybe she just wishes she had a little one to feed. And when she does, she'll probably only feed her little one at home. Or perch on the edge of a dirty toilet seat to do it. You know, so she doesn't offend anyone by flashing her boobs. Oh, wait! She already flashes her boobs at strangers with her low-cut dresses and tops.
Obviously, using your breasts to feed a baby is so much more offensive than using them to attract men!
Ok, all done.
I feel better now.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Ahhhhhh...men
No, NOT a random rant about men and how silly they are. Even better than that!
Last night, after we finished our bedtime prayers, Edith said "amen" for the first time. It was so cute! And she was incredibly proud of herself. She just kept repeating it, all through goodnight kisses and being tucked in to bed. I closed the kids' bedroom door to the sound of her saying "aaaahh-men" (Of course she says it with an English accent)!
Hands down, my favorite developmental stage is when the kids start talking. It is so amazing to have them go from helpless little babies to little individuals, capable of expressing wants, desires, likes and dislikes.
I am anxiously awaiting the first time she says, "I love you, mama!"
Last night, after we finished our bedtime prayers, Edith said "amen" for the first time. It was so cute! And she was incredibly proud of herself. She just kept repeating it, all through goodnight kisses and being tucked in to bed. I closed the kids' bedroom door to the sound of her saying "aaaahh-men" (Of course she says it with an English accent)!
Hands down, my favorite developmental stage is when the kids start talking. It is so amazing to have them go from helpless little babies to little individuals, capable of expressing wants, desires, likes and dislikes.
I am anxiously awaiting the first time she says, "I love you, mama!"
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Chafing...
Dylan has been having one of those weeks. You parents out there know what I mean. He's been testing all his boundaries and pushing all the limits, just to see if I really mean it. These weeks drive me crazy at the best of times. Sadly, I have to give a talk in church tomorrow about mothers teaching their children in the home. All I feel that I've taught Dylan in the past week is how to shout at your kids, take away their privileges, and just generally be a mean mommy.
I hope he's back to his normal, sweet self soon. I'm going insane, shut up in this house with just the kids (it's been raining and I can't take them to an indoor playground or swimming by myself). Thankfully, it's sunny today. Also, Edith is back to angelic now that her chicken pox have totally cleared up. And, best of all, Martin has two days off starting tomorrow.
I hope he's back to his normal, sweet self soon. I'm going insane, shut up in this house with just the kids (it's been raining and I can't take them to an indoor playground or swimming by myself). Thankfully, it's sunny today. Also, Edith is back to angelic now that her chicken pox have totally cleared up. And, best of all, Martin has two days off starting tomorrow.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Nature or nurture...
I spend nearly every waking moment with my children. I have been with Dylan for all but about 5 days (total) of his nearly 3 years. I watch him like a hawk-mostly because I have to. I have seen his personality develop and have watched him grow. And for all of that, I still have no idea how I stand on the whole "nature vs. nurture" debate.
Was he born with his character strengths and weaknesses? Was he born to be independent and inquisitive? Or did I make him that way because of my struggles and parenting style (or lack thereof)?
I can't even look to my daughter to answer that question. Dylan has changed me so much, as a parent and as a person, that the way she is being raised is completely different to the way Dylan and I started out. They are totally different, and I STILL don't know if she was born that way or if she is the way she is because of me.
Either way, the prospect of parenthood is completely terrifying. If I am moulding them, well, what a frightening prospect. Every action, every word, every moment that I am with my children will determine the way they cope with things in the future. And if they were born to be a certain way, what am I doing to let them grow up to be who they were meant to be? Am I stifling them with my rules and trying to force them to be something they are not and will never be?
I have to be honest--most of the time I don't look to the future with my children. I take it one day at a time, just trying to make it through that day with good grace and good humor. Each day is filled with wiping bottoms, preparing meals, cleaning up, doing laundry, and cuddles. I hope that what I'm doing proves to be enough. That I don't stifle my children, and that I don't let them turn into mini-tyrants either. It's such a fine line.
Dylan is strong willed. He has definite opinions, and he isn't at all shy about expressing them. He likes to be in charge, trying to direct play when he's around other kids. He has a fantastic imagination, and will entertain himself for hours with a toy car, a few pieces of wood, and his sandbox. He is smart! He is really perceptive of the world around him. He is nearly three going on 13.
Edith is shy. She likes to take everything in before she makes any decisions. She already knows how to push Dylan's buttons, and she is becoming very manipulative. She is smart as well, and copies everything she sees. She is very slow to lose her temper, but makes up for her lack of speed with intensity.
How can two children who come from the same gene pool and have been raised by the same people be so different?
Was he born with his character strengths and weaknesses? Was he born to be independent and inquisitive? Or did I make him that way because of my struggles and parenting style (or lack thereof)?
I can't even look to my daughter to answer that question. Dylan has changed me so much, as a parent and as a person, that the way she is being raised is completely different to the way Dylan and I started out. They are totally different, and I STILL don't know if she was born that way or if she is the way she is because of me.
Either way, the prospect of parenthood is completely terrifying. If I am moulding them, well, what a frightening prospect. Every action, every word, every moment that I am with my children will determine the way they cope with things in the future. And if they were born to be a certain way, what am I doing to let them grow up to be who they were meant to be? Am I stifling them with my rules and trying to force them to be something they are not and will never be?
I have to be honest--most of the time I don't look to the future with my children. I take it one day at a time, just trying to make it through that day with good grace and good humor. Each day is filled with wiping bottoms, preparing meals, cleaning up, doing laundry, and cuddles. I hope that what I'm doing proves to be enough. That I don't stifle my children, and that I don't let them turn into mini-tyrants either. It's such a fine line.
Dylan is strong willed. He has definite opinions, and he isn't at all shy about expressing them. He likes to be in charge, trying to direct play when he's around other kids. He has a fantastic imagination, and will entertain himself for hours with a toy car, a few pieces of wood, and his sandbox. He is smart! He is really perceptive of the world around him. He is nearly three going on 13.
Edith is shy. She likes to take everything in before she makes any decisions. She already knows how to push Dylan's buttons, and she is becoming very manipulative. She is smart as well, and copies everything she sees. She is very slow to lose her temper, but makes up for her lack of speed with intensity.
How can two children who come from the same gene pool and have been raised by the same people be so different?
Monday, August 09, 2010
Haircut...
Martin took the kids to George's Gents Hairdressing today while I was making plum jam. I finished up, then went to collect Edith. I entered into absolute mayhem--Dylan was screaming the place down like he was being tortured. He's not a big fan of haircuts, so this was the result:
My baby has a buzz cut!
I can't decide if he looks super cute or like a little thug. One thing is for sure, though. When he's sleeping he looks a LOT younger!
Saturday, August 07, 2010
Morning...
Museum Gardens, York...
It was a beautiful day when we went to York.
There was some sort of special event going on, and Martin got to climb a big rock wall for pretty cheap.
We had a good time watching him.
Edith got to spend some quality time with her daddy.
Dylan thought the pigeons were too noisy!
And here it is--my favorite photo of the day. Grandma and her grandchildren, all having a wonderful time!
National Railway Museum York...
I swear, Dylan was there as well. He was just so excited about all the trains that I couldn't really snap him.
A full English breakfast and Normanby Hall...
Took mom for a fry-up at Barney's cafe. She liked the bacon and the fried bread. The kids pretty much got the rest of her breakfast.
Dylan kept chasing this peacock. He was trying to give him his feather back. Adorable.
Words aren't necessary.
Sardines...
The three musketeers in the back seat. They had a good time, for the most part.
Look how much Edith loves her grandma!
Unfortunately, things went downhill.
The Deep
Dylan loves the Deep.
Mom seemed to really enjoy it, too.
And these two, well, they always have a good time together.
The much anticipated popcorn party...
I could hear the two party-goers on the top floor from the ground floor, so I had to sneak up and take a few photos...
Dylan had SO MUCH FUN watching "Cars" with his grandma. I could hear them laughing and screaming and talking about the movie from two floors down.
And there were lots of cuddles, too. Sadly, Dylan would only sleep in his own bed. But the party was still a success!
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