Weekend at Grandma's.

The long awaited post of pictures from our time with Grammy G & Grandpa.

Unfortunately, you will see very pictures of Grammy G or Grandpa!

This is because I noticed that most of the pictures I took of them were taken on THEIR camera

*sigh*

What's to become of this world with people like myself living in it?

Not time for dilly-dallying.

First we have:

Grandpa asleep in a chair.

But this isn't just any chair.

This was Grandpa Dave's chair! And we never knew.. like father, like son.

Next,

To make up for what I just did by posting sleeping Grandpa in the chair...

Here he is coloring with Dawson:

I can now take it upon myself to embarrass Me.

I actually went home sick the day we left for Ohio to go visit Great Grandma Jean (Greg's mom)

I also had a huge canker sore on my tongue that caused me great angst and I couldn't eat.

Perhaps I was a bit cranky and displayed this for the camera.

This is Holly. G'ma Jean's bird. I am still determined beyond all reasoning to make that bird let me hold her. She is disgusted by all living creatures except for G'ma unless you are giving her popcorn.

Did I mention how cranky I was from being sick?

Well, crankiness makes me crave ice cream.

The ice cream we bought was Graeter's ice cream. The best in the world.

However, this is what what I found when I tried desperately to get my beloved chocolate chip mint ice cream from the box...Jason ended up digging it out:

Yes, I would like ice cream with my chocolate chunk please.

I would also like to add that ice cream further irritates canker sores.

But even after all that, nothing beats the sweetness of a napping Dawson:

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This actually reminds me of pictures we have of him when he was first born, asleep in his crib.

Sadly, I guess we took no other pictures with our own camera except for the following few before we left:

Great G'ma Jean & Dawson.

By the way, if she were named something like Linda, Dawson would have struggled less differentiating between G'ma Jean and Grammy G.

All picking their nose:

which made Dawson mad. Only he is allowed to pick his nose apparently.

Ahh. happy times.