Last weekend, as you may recall me whining about, we had to cancel our plans to snuggle a sweet grandson, and visit with his parents. And I did whine about it. Because sometimes, some things are worth whining about. Stupid winter weather. So this weekend, when we were talking about what things we were doing, I said we need to go to Wichita! So we did! We loaded up the car with a couple of aunts, grabbed Quincy's old car that Colin's friend is interested in, and headed south. It really isn't a bad trip, an easy drive for sure. Unless it is blowing snow! We even stopped off at the new bakery in town and brought the baby some cinnamon rolls!
And I was pretty well in grammy heaven snuggling this sweet boy. Happy as can be. We were laughing and talking about life, and hanging out together. We went to lunch (lil Dale's first trip to Texas Roadhouse).
And I literally have to peel myself away, because how could you ever get enough of this sweet face? I love them all so much.
But while we were there, we knew that my mom was visiting her brother in the hospital, the same hospital that my brother was in a few short months ago. Her brother's outlook is not good, as there is nothing much that can be done. And it struck me again, how weird life is. How you can mix joy and happiness and excitement over a new little one added to the family, and at the same time, profound sadness and loss and devastation. And they come in at intervals that are just mind blowing. My mind can't wrap around it. The emotional swing is just too vast. I honestly haven't spent much time with my Uncle Marc in my adult life. Yes, we exchanged political ideas on fb, and once in a while we might have seen him (usually at funerals), exchanged a Christmas card or sold him and Anne some fundraiser item my kids were peddling. But they were not a part of our day to day lives. But I still find my self feeling sad over the knowledge that my cousins will suffer this loss, his wife will suffer this loss, and my mother will suffer yet another loss. It sucks. Maybe there will be answers someday. Maybe.
In an attempt to stop my brain from wandering down into the abyss, I am distracting it with photos of my baby girl and my baby grandson. Maude was very happy that we came back from Wichita (Saige stayed home with her, so she wasn't alone all day, but she was still acting like we left her for days without food or companionship).
Harper's final fundraiser for her band trip was bingo day at the school. I drug Evie and Cameron to play bingo with me! It was actually really fun. I won! I also gave my winning card to Evie so she could get the skin care basket that she wanted so much! Evie and Cameron did not win, but they did have fun I think. Cameron was thinking this was a gateway to getting Evie to become a high stakes gambler.
I don't think his high stakes gambling career is going very good though.....
Of course, if you win a skin care basket, you must come home and do a new skin care routine! Thank God for Aunt Bubba!
I bought Skelly a pair of sunglasses for Valentines day. In an effort to get the girls to leave them on the skeleton, I also got them a pair! CUTENESS!
And we celebrated Andrew's 30th birthday (a week later than we meant to - stupid weather!).
Also, Jim found 2 of his old bats - both Easton brand, so he had to take a group photo with the bats to send to Easton. Since we like weirdness, we indulged him!
And like always, that is a wrap on the weekend... back after it.
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