I have THE BEST in-laws. On a Friday night, for date night, how exciting is it to go to McDonalds with your daughter-in-law and a bunch of kids? Not very. But they were great and SO helpful. I think it's one of the greatest blessings in our life to live so close to family so my kids can forge close bonds with their grandparents and cousins, etc. Anyway, another thanks to Bruce and Dodie for their help, the generous birthday gifts, and just being SO willing to help, especially when Tyler is gone (or I'm gone - they're great fill-er-in parents when Tyler and I are off galavanting.) They're not going thru the easiest time right now, so I appreciate more their willingness to put their needs aside for ours.
Then on Sunday night, the Garrard side of the family met at Erin and Kevin's for another par-tay. We celebrated 4 birthdays this month and Erin made yummy pork quesadillas and nachos, Dad made potato salad, Stac brought delish guac and orange fluff, and I was in charge of dessert. I should not be in charge of desserts. For all my bragging since I actually made something, it turned out a totally mush and soupy brownie/pudding/cool whip mess. The kids enjoyed it, but it confirmed the "buying is best" theory I have. Yeah, you should have heard my kids give me grief since I was actually baking brownies. Whatever. They eat the store bought ones just fine, too.
Here's the group of birthday celebrants:
Brevin (4), Dad (59- which is ten years away from 69 right Stac?), Brock (2), and Brooklyn (1)
New sheets (and blankets) were a huge hit, Mom!
Stacy found this and bought it for Dad at Swiss Days and it could NOT be closer than the truth. Dad is a good grandpa, as long as the grandkids don't make too much racket and mess with his stuff. He cherishes his crazy trio of dogs, who can ALWAYS make a lot of noise AND mess on his stuff. Stac also took pictures of the dogs and had them framed, but I thought it was funny Dad commented on how it was too bad they weren't groomed before the photos. It's like when a parent sees the pictures of his/her kids and thinks, "Oh, I should've washed his fave/wiped the nose/combed the hair, etc."