This is what Shannon looks like after 6 hours in the car, 2 hours in church, and 1 hour of sleep:
(notice the nightgown paired with pants, Matt’s dress socks, and a string of pearls)
Hanging on by a thread, but so happy to have had the “Jimmy Carter Experience:”
This is what Gran looks like after one morning with Liam:
Visit with Mo and Pok:
Liam doesn’t quite understand the concept of a walker, yet…
Rifling through Mo’s goody bag:
Reading with Pok (for approximately 5 seconds, before he was off to the next thing — and drenched in sweat from running around like a crazy person for at least half an hour at this point):
Russian dancing bears:
Upon discovering that Mo has an entire bucket of tops, bottles, and scoops:
He couldn’t have been any more thrilled:
Playing the pill bottle kazoo:
Take ‘em out, put ‘em back in. A better game has never been invented.
Taking a “nap:”
He’s up!
Engaging Pok in a good, old-fashioned game of roll-the-scoop:
He loves a good cane!
Tickle, tickle, tickle!
Helping Mo ‘put her face on:’
The world’s tiniest inchworm (so tiny, in fact, that you can’t see it on Gillian’s arm — but I swear it’s there):
(check out her top finger right near the cuticle — he’s the tiny speck sticking up straight in the air)
Reading a book with Aunt G (quizzically, apparently):
Gazing at the rain hitting the skylight:
Ethereal boy:
That’s my fashion conscious gal.
Oh, and I am referring to the idea that pearls go with everything.
Even sheer exhaustion, apparently…