In addition to my side trip to Charlottesville, the kids and I had a great four-day visit in Lynchburg last week.
For the first time, the kids shared a bedroom with two twin beds and no adults. The last time we visited my parents, George still slept in his pack ‘n play, which had become comical considering his size. “Mommy, I can’t straighten out my legs!” “Shhhhh, it’s okay … just go to sleep little man … “ Mother of the Year, no doubt. But they did great together—very little talking to get to sleep and not too early waking up. I’m sure it had nothing to do with the non-stop activity at Nana and Pop’s house, including:
|Why yes, that is a pink cowgirl hat with a built-in tiara. |
It's as though the hat maker consulted Frances herself on this one.
|George and Georgettes|
Rolling around my old college lawn
|Only real men can wear pink cowgirl hats.|
And eating very, very well
|Can you spot the "F," "G," and "L" on this baked Brie? |
I'm surprised I had enough time to capture this picture because about 2 minutes later, the plate was empty.
While I was there, I couldn’t help but snap a few more pictures of my mother’s collection of old family photos.
|My mother, age 4|
This one is a little blurry, but I am in awe of how much Frances looks like my mother at this age.
And this might just be my favorite father/daughter picture of all time, taken during my grandfather’s leave from World War II to see his daughter for the first time. His pride is palpable, even decades and a faded photograph later. A father’s love—yet another thing Frances has in common with my mother:
After a wonderful visit complete with some not-so-wonderful George meltdowns (apparently, no trip would be complete without that), we are back at home and back to our schedule—school, errands, and finally enjoying the spring weather.
Thank you Nana and Pop for putting up with all of us (Marshall included). And happy Wednesday, everyone!