Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Zionsville Visit

We enjoyed the most wonderful visit to Grammy and Grampy's house in Indiana last week. 

The girls have been talking about meeting their new cousin, Baby Evelyn, since she was born in December, and we were all thrilled to finally have the chance to see her. 

She is every bit as beautiful as we thought she would be. 

We were especially happy that Great Grandma and Grandpa Denny planned their visit to coordinate with ours, and that the Rodgers from Ohio and the Wistroms from Illinois stopped through as well.

As you can imagine, the children did not want for loving attention.

The weather took a turn for the warmer after what we're told had been frigid temperatures, so we were able to get to the park a few times. 

You can't beat the view from the back porch at sunset.

S'mores on the fire out back: pretty much the most perfect dessert ever for the girls (and me).

Grammy had carefully preserved so many beloved toys from Matt's childhood.  The girls enjoyed playing Guess Who and were absolutely enchanted by Aunt Erin's old Quints dolls.

When they tired of scattering what seemed like hundreds of sets of five identical minuscule accessories (think five mini hair brushes each the size of a vitamin and five teeny baby bottles with removable tops the size of lentils) all over the floor, and when they weren't dining at Grammy's 24 Hour Diner and Snack Bar, they passed many, many hours chasing/feeding/terrorizing/hugging/discussing the dogs, Zac and Zoey. 

Of course, we adults had fun too. In addition to enjoying much help in the diapering, feeding, entertaining, boo-boo healing and soothing to sleep of the day-to-day, the four parents (that's Erin, J.P., Matt, and me) left the four children with the two grandparents and two great grandparents to enjoy a dinner out.  And when our car got stuck in the mud in a field on the way home, Grampy came right to our rescue.  So, yeah, pretty full service situation we had over there. 

What a fantastic week!

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Boring Baby

I know, I know.  Enough with the baby photos, Mary.

Trust me, I'm just as bored as you are of that potbelly and those squishy thighs.  It's no fun at all for me to behold his silky hair and bright eyes, and downright tiresome to gaze upon those formidable upper arms.

What if I made things slightly more interesting this time? I could showcase a glorious, emergent tooth bud, if that's the kind of thing you're into.

Or capture some shots of the speediest, most cheerful crawl you ever did see.

Still not interested?

Yeah, me neither.