Here is Steve and Lucy before she went to bed.
While Emily, Joe, and Noah were at the museum, Steve and I babysat Lucy (who slept the whole time) and watched “The Family Man”. We stayed overnight, enjoyed a waffle breakfast
and caught a 9:00 temple session and then took the grandkids to the zoo while Emily and Joe went to the temple. This stroller is amazing.
Noah got to ride the carousel all by himself because he was tall enough. He was pretty jazzed about that.
We had hoped to visit some antique shops later in the afternoon until we learned that most closed early on Saturday so we just hung out and fixed sweet potatoes for the Lindel Ward Thanksgiving dinner that night. Mmmmm. We drove back to Columbia afterwards.
Monday I watched Ike Egan (I visit teach his mom) for the morning. His family is moving and so I offered to keep Ike for a bit so Annie could work on sorting and cleaning. He is a few months younger than Noah and loves to come to “sister Jeanne’s” house. We fed the outside birds, took kitchen scraps out to the mulch pile, he watched Mother Goose that our kids grew up with. I have been singing the somewhat-lame songs ever since. But, it brought back nice memories of earlier years. Finally, we made apple-turkeys. Here is mine and Ike’s side-by-side.
(guess which one is Ike's.....I wonder if he was channeling Picasso?)
Sarah is now back in Columbia. She arrived safely Monday night. Sadie was pretty excited to see her, to be sure. Julina will drive as far as St. Louis on Wednesday and stay with Emily. Then both she and the Southerlands will come to Columbia early Thursday morning – in time to watch the Thanksgiving parade. There is no CIS this week so I am enjoying my extra time. Monday it was getting blood taken out of me (to see whether I am really diabetic or just need to cut back on my sugar or I will be). Today it was doing some Thanksgiving food shopping. Tomorrow it is going back to Proctor Park with Sarah and Steven (he and I went there quite a bit last summer to collect rocks for our yards) to get more rocks to put against the fence where Trissy CONTINUES TO DIG AND GET OUT!!!!! I swear I don’t know how she is doing it. Or why! Now, she may be getting out by jumping over the fence – perhaps back by the mulch pile which is piled high enough that the fence could be jump-able – but she is digging, too and the raspberry plant next to the hole will never be the same, I fear.