Chris's grandparents from Atlanta joined us to celebrate Independence Day this year.
We wanted to make them feel right at home.
So did mother nature.
It was the hottest day.
Ever.
True to form, Great-grandma Dolly (the boys just call her Grandma Dolly like we do) got right down on the ground and starting playing with the boys. Great-grandpa Rich (grandpa) took off to wander. (If you can eye-spy him in the picture above, find the white shirt, light tan pants, white hat walking away from the camera by the boy in the red shirt in the middle of the photo). He explained to me that he is an only child and is use to doing his own thing, and doing it when he wants. He likes to have his own personal time. (He tends to watch the boys rather than interact with them).
I forgot the boys' hats, so after returning from his exploration, Rich rigged up this little dandy from his hankerchief. This kid could literally wear a bag on his head (or a snot rag) and still be adorable.
We waved our white flag of surrender to the scalding sand.
Home.
Air conditioning.
Shade.
A nap for Little Bear.
Rich took an hour walk alone.
Dolly and Nate got out the Trees of North America book to identify the big tree in our yard.
She is delightful.
When Rich returned, one simple request,
"Grandpa, come play with me!"
changed the weekend.
A couch watcher who does not get involved no more.
(they played for hours).
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These pictures and the post are just what I needed to have today. I miss you all.
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