It’s a big deal in the Jones Home when grandparents visit. We live 1000 miles away from either side, so it’s no piece of cake to see each other.
DJ’s parents made the trek down here this month, so we pulled out all the stops for them. Took them on a dizzying round of fabulous sights, glittering parties, sumptuous dinners out… Well, sort of. We did eat out a couple of times, and I made some great chicken stew with dumplings. GpaJ also made his new classic shaved-beef sandwiches one evening, and NanaJ spent hours hemming two kids’ new pants. Come to think of it, there wasn’t much glitter and fabulousness. But there was a lot of cuddling and togetherness, which is all too rare.
Why, yes, I did get pictures. Why, sure, I’ll post some. Oh, you’re so welcome. My pleasure, as they say at Chick-Fil-A (where GpaJ took Gamerboy for a one-on-one lunch).
We went to the creek. It was too chilly to get in the water, but the adults were the only ones who noticed. GpaJ and I skipped the rocks I’d collected. He’s a fine skipper. Better than me. Not that I care.