So last Sunday we all trekked up to my mom’s new place, again, this time so Ron could help Carl install some more cabinetry after the countertop was in the kitchen. Also something in there about family togetherness.
I rolled him out of bed late and he kinda forgot when he first woke up, but eventually we motored on through Fredericton, picking up Sarah just under an hour from when we said we would.
Because we are highly organized (LOL), when we drove by Addison’s place and could see their car in the driveway, I asked Sarah if she knew if Addison was coming to visit too. Turns out my mom DID call and did invite them as well. (As if any of us need actual invitations, right?)
Long drive was long, but the second half is not very familiar to us, so there’s new stuff to look at. And weird childhood flashbacks. Huh, I DID stay at that campground once in ’84 or thereabouts… Mom fed us a cold lunch when we got there, and I had brought the sugar and books she wanted (she left a comment last entry) and also two baguettes made the day before.
“You brought us DAY OLD bread? That’s it, outta the will!”
Addison, Kaytlyn, and the Most Beloved of All Grandbabies (plus Mare) showed up shortly thereafter. Much running around was to be had, and while Addison gleefully and joyfully set to work on the old apple tree with a hacksaw, Kaytlyn and Emma hunted for treasure in the yard with the metal detector, and Team Grandma (me and mom) and assorted aunties took Izzy for a wagon ride down the Driveway of Doom to look at the roadside apple tree.
On the way back up the wagon ride was not so much fun anymore, so Airplane rides it was for Izzy. I pulled a calf muscle. Because I am old.
Izzy decided I was okay, because I did col things like show her how to pick up dead apples and chuck them in the bucket. And draw in the gravel dirt with a stick. And let her play with sticks. And hold her hand (only when absolutely needed) while walking on the uneven spots in the yard. And basically following her pretty much everywhere and knowing when to take her to mommy. And show her where the toys were hiding, and the crayons. And Nanny takes pictures, for which Izzy will hear the camera, turn and smile. See? Smartest baby ever. Mare needs a lanyard with a tag reading “official baby photog” since she made sure to follow us all around and snap pics. You can see some here and I am uploading mine to my flickr soon as well. Izzy also decided that Grampy is not so bad either, even if he has a deep voice and a hairy face.
Then we all tried to corwd around my mom’s teeny round table to eat supper. Considering she doesn’t have enough chairs even when lugging in stools and lawn chairs, it was highly amusing.
I can’t even remember all the funny stuff that was said, but I think we all had a good time. I was wiped out. On the way back, we left first, but just outside Fredericton, Kaytyln passed us and they all waved. THAT was funny.
My mommy also bought me some fabric and some clearance patterns and said that the quilt top I brought to show her (that frustrated me), she would be willing, I guess, to have it at her place, just because, oh darn.
I’d also brought my laptop to check on work things while there, but after a bit I just left the lid closed. Because I was enjoying the family.
The day was sunny, the view was spectacular, the breeze just chilly enough, and kids all laughed in the background.