“A week at Grandma’s is never long enough.”
…according to the kids.
Grandma and Grandpa might think otherwise with all the noise and chaos that happens while we’re there. I’m not sure why, but the craziness seems to multiply when we go somewhere and the kids “should” be on their better behavior.
A simple meal turns into a circus without the big top and when it’s over, we flop on the chair as if we ran a 5k.
Since Grandma and Grandpa are used to things being relatively peaceful and quiet, I think they are ready for the tribe of Eric to go home by the end of the week.
It really was a good week, despite all it’s craziness.
The man of the house went to the uttermost parts of Canada to fish with cousins, brothers and Dad, so we must needs go somewhere too in order to break up the long week without him.
So to IN we went.
Mom and Dad are building a new house so there was mud, sand and dirt galore for the kids to play in. As you can imagine, they loved it.
And these feet wanted to come in Grandma’s house!!
Thankfully Dakota is too finicky about being dirty that he didn’t want to play in the mud but would rather sit on the bulldozer and “drive.”
Mr B napped in Grandma’s bedroom one day… At some point previous to that Grandma had hidden the markers from him behind her bedroom door. This day he awoke to see the markers and promptly put them to use! 🙂
Since his Mom was away and Grandma and the Aunt were babysitting, we just let him proudly wear it. 🙂
Grandma’s specialty, “Sugar Donuts.”
Mom used to make these for us when we were kids, usually on special occasions. Now she makes them for the grandkids when they come. Till they were done, there was almost more sugar on the floor then on the donuts. I think Grandma reconsidered ever making them again.
They are biscuits fried in hot oil and then rolled in cinnamon sugar. Some people call them campfire donuts.
We did lots of swimming. Kids loved that! I think they would live in the water if I let them because they are never ever ready to get out when it’s time.
“Just one more jump!”
Lots of time to chat while the kids swam.
We hit all kinds of topics that day.
Another day, another pool.
He’s a water duck of the truest sort.
I think it’s a good thing he’s starting swimming classes this summer.
A family get together is always a good thing when you go to IN.
I think every family has it’s quirks, traits or things that they think are totally normal while other people would raise their eyebrows about.
One family trait is homemade ice cream.
After I got married, I realized that not everyone eats homemade ice cream year around like this gang.
Now to be honest, I would say that 90% of the time the women make it because they know the men want it, not that actually they crave it themselves.
I’m not sure what it is about homemade ice cream and these guys,
but they can put away bowlfuls like no ones business.
One last evening outside before we went home.
Like Father, like son.
He didn’t seem to mind the load he had to drive around….
and she was more then happy to let him peddle away.
You can’t imagine he would do anything naughty, would he?
Ask his mom! 🙂
All in all, it was a good week. Very busy but that wasn’t a bad thing to keep the kids (and the Mom) from missing their dad.