Sunday, October 11, 2015

A visit from Grandma and Grandpa

My Mom and Dad came for a visit a few days before Natalie's birthday.  As always, it was fun to have them here and the kids loved it.

When they first arrived, there was a lot of reading books and looking at school work.

We decided to go hike in Madera Canyon for something fun to do.  I love this picture of my Dad taking a picture.

And this picture... we sat down for a rest.  And we won't discuss the giant, green, buzzing, flying, man-eating beetle bug that almost claimed the lives of my Mom and oldest daughter...

Okay, maybe we will.  It may or may not have had a stinger, just depending on which one of my parents you ask.



According to Kelton, I look creepy in this picture.


I have a lot of pictures like this.  "Look mom!  A giant rock!  Let's take a picture on it!"  Big rocks are fascinating.  And there are a lot of big rocks out there.

Sometimes, when you are a middle child, you just need to be in a picture by yourself. (On yet another big rock, of course.)


Kids on a bridge.

Kids on a rock.

My girls.

My boys.  On a... let's see...oh, a rock.

The kids with Grandma and Grandpa.

Later, we went out to eat at Olive Garden to celebrate Natalie's birthday a few days early.

Grandma and Grandpa gave Natalie the next set of Warriors books.

She was very excited.  :)
 
And while my parents were here, my Dad went to Big 5 (a sporting goods store) to look around.  Natalie went with him.  This isn't the type of store that you would expect a child to find a toy they really, really want.  But that's what happened.  Natalie found these stuffed animals, called Beanie Boos.  All the kids ended up begging for one, but I told them I wasn't going to buy them.  A week or so later, Natalie was still asking about it.  I told her that she could use her own money if she wanted it that badly. 
 
She did.
 
This, of course, set off a chain reaction, with Kelton and Damon pulling out their piggy banks too.  And Arie just has a nice mom.  Or a mom who know the repercussions of a left out two year old.
 
 

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