Son and family arrived late Thursday evening and eased the kids out of their car seats, into the house and into their beds where they promptly fell asleep after a very long day. After brief hugs and greetings, my son and daughter-in-law disappeared into the guest room and crashed for the night.
|Chalk artwork - a driveway keepsake!|
|Trevor creates some alphabet|
|Mimi just loves the piano!|
The Houston Children's Museum was offering free admission for military families over the holiday weekend, so the plan was to get up early Saturday morning and head over there as soon as the doors opened. But Friday evening, we realized that my grandson only had flipflops and he'd need closed-toe shoes in order to play on many of the fun activities in the museum. So daughter-in-law Christina made a late night run to the nearby Academy store to find some suitable shoes for him. Disaster averted!
|Mimi didn't feel well...|
She and I had quiet time.
|Watching kids programming|
I grilled some chicken that afternoon while son and grandson went to the pool for a short swim. It was a busy, busy day for Trevor and he was clearly exhausted at the dinner table. The chicken came out great! I'm not even sure I could duplicate that effort! Christina made a wonderful salad to go with and we had another fantastic feast! I have to stop eating like this!
The piano was a big hit all weekend...it saw more use than it's seen in months.
|Mimi and her dad playing|
|Trevor and Mimi waiting to|
go to the pool.
|Mimi and her animals...|
|Mimi tries her out her swim legs|
Mexican food for supper! We all were in agreement that Mexican food sounded very good and, besides, mom was getting tired of kitchen duty. So we headed over to Don Pico's - one of my favorites - for an early dinner with the promise to ourselves and to Trevor that we'd go to CherryBerry afterward for dessert if he ate his dinner.
Well, everything was going well until Trevor's plate was delivered and on it was his taco - all good - but the taco shell was bright green. Anyone with kids knows that "different is bad" when it comes to food. So we finally flagged the waiter down and asked if the green taco shell could be traded out for a normal taco shell. They were very helpful and ended up cooking a fresh tortilla, since they only had green taco shells, and preparing a new taco, which Trevor promptly dumped, contents and all, into his lap. He picked it up and held it upside down - open slot facing down - and of course gravity won. Suffice it to say that this meal was not going well for him. But with lots of coaxing and cajoling, he finally calmed down and got what his parents deemed was enough food into his stomach that we could finally pay the bill and leave, and to fulfill the promise of CherryBerry for dessert.
Stuffed beyond full, we headed for home, where son and daughter-in-law started the sad task of getting things packed up, rounding up all of the toys that mysteriously got scattered all over the house and staging items near the front door.
Now it's Monday morning and they're packed up and gone, heading home after a great (for me) weekend with the kids! But the house is way too quiet, the floor in the living room way too empty of toys and books, and the kitchen counters way too uncluttered. I miss them already!