Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Grandma Peggy's Resort

After a few months of injuries and new teeth and running from here to there, our family needed a moment.  What better place to relax than at Mom and Dad's house?  We did all the eating and none of the cooking or cleaning up.  And our boys terrorized Grandma's house, which she has recently repainted herself and they have new carpet.  Luckily the boys couldn't open doors at Grandma's.  A General Conference weekend MIRACLE.
We did come bearing gifts, though.  Belgian waffles from Bruge's in Salt Lake, the new Our Best Bites cookbook for Grandma, and a baseball bat cane for Grandpa.
How cool is that?!  We bought it at the Louisville Slugger Museum and Factory.  I say if you have to use a cane, why not make it a baseball bat cane?  I probably should have waited to give it to him for Christmas, but I've barely been able to resist mailing it to him for the last three months.

While the men folk went to the Priesthood Session of General Conference and out to eat at Golden Corral, Grandma and I took the kids to a fancy new park in Pocatello.  Grandma and I took turns following one of the twins and Bridget found some strange new friends.
Remember October static?  Poor Bridget couldn't try out the really cool monkey bars they had at this park.  Instead she had to endure spinning with a stranger.
Colin did not get this rope net.  So bugged.
Say "hey" to Grandma.  Then take off again.
Bridget really loves visiting her grandparents.  Grandma Peggy's house is far away, so we don't get there as much as her other grandparents' house.  She did all her favorite things; play with dolls, put on jewels, help Grandma Peggy make food, sleep on the big mattress in front of the TV, watch Pollyanna.  Every time we drive away and we check the rear view mirror on our first turn, Bridget is silently crying in her seat.  We never stay long enough for her to get her fill of Grandma and Grandpa.
Emil spent most of his time at the park in a cool swing that was more like an easy chair.  At Grandma and Grandpa's house he made the rounds slapping the leaves on all the plants, dumping out bins of toys and walking away, trying all the doors, and bonking his head on the ping-pong table.  (You can see the little dot of blood on his head in the picture.  It's rough getting taller.)
Colin ran and ran all over Grandma's house.  He would only eat treats, no real food.  And he loved have total access to the buttons on the TV in the craft room.  Nothing better than viewing an episode of Thomas the Train from one inch away.

We're back to real life.  And back to dreaming of a meal free from screaming and spilling and breakage.  It's a good thing my sweet little boys are so lovey. 

1 comment:

melissa said...

That bat cane is the coolest! I'll bet it makes a perfect weapon, too.

Oh! What I wouldn't give to spend the weekend at Grandma's! Luckeeee.