Grandparents

I was thinking about this past week, with my folks here, and what fun stories I could share with you about our time together. I could tell you about our fantastic fish fry dinner with T&S&kids, and how we had a great game of Liverpool Rummy that I finally won (S has been kicking my butt, ungracious friend that I taught how to play, thank you very much (kidding!)), or I could tell you about Sally's rousing soccer game, in which she almost made a goal herself (although there are no real positions in the level she is at, she is totally on defense, and is the closest thing they have to a goalie), or I could tell you about going to Chuck E. Cheese and how much fun it is to see the delight on the kids faces. I can't tell you about all the times we laughed and laughed, as those are stories unfit for the blog. (I could tell you about my mom going on the monkey bars, but I can't show you that picture. I promised.) But what I'm going to tell you is that it is so precious seeing your kids through your parent's eyes. And seeing your parents through your kid's eyes. It's a blast. The look on my dad's face when Samuel called through the house, "Grandpa!", was almost as good as the look on my mom's face when Sally explained to her that, since she is growing her hair out, soon she'll only have one eye. (She wants to look like Violet in The Incredibles - hair over half her face.)

It's also really cool that my parents laughed at Dodgeball as hard as I did.

We had a nice week. But hey, Mom, I forgot to tell you my Dumbo story. Next time. Don't let me forget!