A visit from Grandma Ross
Grandma Ross has really been logging the hours at the office. So much so, it seems, that she accrued some "surprise" vacation days. And what better way to use said days than to fly out, almost at the drop of a hat, to see her only grandbaby for an extended weekend?
Unfortunately, Grandma brought some hellacious rain with her. She got in on Thursday night and the Rain of Biblical Proportions came Friday and Saturday. Being the wise old bird she is (HA!), she brought along new toys and new books to keep Isaac happy while being trapped indoors. During our inside-time, we learned of an important talent that Grandma has kept hidden -- she is a certifiable Play-Doh genius. I was coming at the Play-Doh experience with my lame balls and snakes and pretzels. Not Grandma, who whips out trees and lakes and bowls and eyeglasses and (I kid you not) a mini-Play-Doh croquet game, right there on the table. And I'm not even sure that was her A-game.
Isaac took to Grandma very quickly, and was even giving up hugs and kisses upon request. Grandma, Isaac, and I spent all day Friday together at home getting reacquainted, though I stepped out for 1.5 h to join Dada at a lecture! Like a real grown-up! Then Saturday night Grandma babysat for a couple of hours so Dada and I could go to a homecoming party! Like a real married couple! Sunday the rain finally broke for a time, and we braved the mistiness and the chilliness to take Grandma to our favorite orchard. She snapped this one of our little pumpkin amidst all those big pumpkins:
We visited our faves, the goats, and this time Isaac was able to be convinced to feed the goats himself. With the help of Grandma, of course:
We ALL had so much fun with Grandma. I don't even remember everything we did, but whatever we were doing seemed so much easier because there was always a second pair of eyes to follow He Who Just Learned How To Run Really Fast. Also, she insisted I take a load off, and let me sleep in an extra hour every day in the morning and at naptime. I didn't have to cook once because she insisted on blowing her fat wad of cash on Bob Evans, Arby's, Mickey-D's, Chinese food... you name it. And she baked us a huge plate of oatmeal raisin cookies. Is it any wonder I gained 3 pounds while she was here?
Unfortunately, Grandma brought some hellacious rain with her. She got in on Thursday night and the Rain of Biblical Proportions came Friday and Saturday. Being the wise old bird she is (HA!), she brought along new toys and new books to keep Isaac happy while being trapped indoors. During our inside-time, we learned of an important talent that Grandma has kept hidden -- she is a certifiable Play-Doh genius. I was coming at the Play-Doh experience with my lame balls and snakes and pretzels. Not Grandma, who whips out trees and lakes and bowls and eyeglasses and (I kid you not) a mini-Play-Doh croquet game, right there on the table. And I'm not even sure that was her A-game.
Isaac took to Grandma very quickly, and was even giving up hugs and kisses upon request. Grandma, Isaac, and I spent all day Friday together at home getting reacquainted, though I stepped out for 1.5 h to join Dada at a lecture! Like a real grown-up! Then Saturday night Grandma babysat for a couple of hours so Dada and I could go to a homecoming party! Like a real married couple! Sunday the rain finally broke for a time, and we braved the mistiness and the chilliness to take Grandma to our favorite orchard. She snapped this one of our little pumpkin amidst all those big pumpkins:
We visited our faves, the goats, and this time Isaac was able to be convinced to feed the goats himself. With the help of Grandma, of course:
We ALL had so much fun with Grandma. I don't even remember everything we did, but whatever we were doing seemed so much easier because there was always a second pair of eyes to follow He Who Just Learned How To Run Really Fast. Also, she insisted I take a load off, and let me sleep in an extra hour every day in the morning and at naptime. I didn't have to cook once because she insisted on blowing her fat wad of cash on Bob Evans, Arby's, Mickey-D's, Chinese food... you name it. And she baked us a huge plate of oatmeal raisin cookies. Is it any wonder I gained 3 pounds while she was here?
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