I heard some upsetting news about a dear friend this morning, and I'm shaken a bit. She has wonderful daughters and I know she'll get the best of care, but still...
I couldn't sleep last night and figured it was the crazy weekend driving an hour and a half for our grandson's fourth birthday, just me, my baby grandson and daughter-in-law. We did fine, and met my husband, older son, daughter-in-law, her mom, the birthday boy, our younger daughter, her husband and our middle grandson, plus another family close to my son and his wife. Our younger son had a terrible cold, so he couldn't make it. Yes we rode Thomas the Train, saw massive Thomas themed events and gifts, and then had pizza at a cafe which was noisier than the train, so that I didn't really hear anything people were saying. The little boys eventually lost their minds, then we went for ice cream, and mercifully retired to our rooms at 7:30 pm. Next day we met for breakfast, then went to a beach to see Monarch butterfies and observe the tidepools, after which my husband and I returned with the younger daughter, and we stopped for lunch and then the middle grandson had a meltdown in the car until he finally stopped fighting a nap and slept.
I feel blessed with all this thriving, bustling family, these cute little rascal grandsons. My father used to say I was a "pistol" and these three boys must take after me. Another one is arriving in February. My, oh, my.
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