calm down, people. besides crazy, I'm not planning on going anywhere soon. I know, shucks hey? guess you're gonna have to put up with me for a bit longer. oh cheer up, there could be worse things. like having to change a dozen diarrhea diapers a day for a week straight for one. or how about being left to clean up several gallons (okay, pints) of barf off the carpet because seriously, do kids consider it a crime to hurl in the toilet (or on any hard surface for that matter) or what? does it make them feel better if they puke on the rug? or perhaps it's just another one of their dramatic plays for attention?
speaking of which, I smell something. and it's not a dozen roses, either. but will you send me some?
actually, I'm really not here to complain about the stomach flu that has been plaguing us for a week now, even though I just did. nor am I here to beg you to send me flowers, like I also just did. no, I'm here to tell you about grandma and grandpa Kesti, who, after spending six weeks in sunny Arizona, packed up and headed for home last Saturday. sniff.
and while it's always hard to say good-bye, on the flip side, we're already looking forward to their return next year. and rumor has it they may even stay for four months! for you mathematicians out there, that's one third of a year. see? I am quite smart. no really, I am. I only pretend to be dumb so people will feel sorry for me.
about those dozen roses...
needless to say, we really, REALLY enjoyed having them here, as did the kids. and as promised, grandma did turn some of those apples into apple pie. the 65 pounds, remember?
|quit snitching, Scarlett.|
sooo glad I captured these moments. it's what making memories is all about.