Back in Utah

So here I am with that oh, so familiar feeling of being completely lost in time and space. Didn't I wake up in St. Louis Park, Minnesota yesterday morning and spend the day with my grandchildren and eat PeiWei take-out food and almost kiss Noah's cheeks right off his face and play a game of scrabble with Mike (which, by the way, I won. He said it didn't count as a win because we didn't finish the game but I'm claiming the win. It's my turn . . . he shellacked me four games in a row the last time I was there). I'm sure that all of that happened so how did I wake up in my bed in Centerville, Utah this morning? It starts to feel a little surreal after a while. Hello again, good-bye again, so good to see you, so hard to leave you, so sad to say good-bye, so happy that I got to spend time with you, such a treat to sleep in this morning with no one to tell me that it's "wakey time", so sad to wake up this morning and realize that you were all hundreds of miles away from me again. I'm learning to live with my heart in pieces.

Here's a couple of parting shots of my little ones.

Erin picking up Abbie at the bus stop across the street from their house, after school. Abbie loves riding the bus.

A rare shot of Landon. He loves to hide his face when you're trying to take his picture so the timing has to be spot on. Abbie loves her new hat. I got it for her for our upcoming Lake Powell trip . . . the chin strap is to keep it on her head while in Papa's boat, but even if it blows off . . . it floats!

Abbie and Landon finishing off their dad's can of pop. It was a pretty intense race to see who could suck up the most!
This picture is an illustration of Abbie and Landon's favorite foods to eat . . . noodles with butter and parmesan for Abbie (with a vegetable that doesn't seem too much like a vegetable) and chicken nuggets and brocolli for Landon. Honest . . . he loves brocolli. I mentioned to Abbie that she really needed to include more "live" food in her diet and she said to her dad "Grandma's all about nutritious food, isn't she?" Mike responded that I'd been brainwashed by Papa. Last but not least, sweet little Noah. See how he's pleading and begging me to stay. "Please don't go Grandma. I promise not to blow out any more diapers".

Thank's so much to all of you who indulged this Old Blogger and left comments on my last blog. It was just good to know that someone actually read all this stuff. Love ya all.