At Grammie & Grampie's

Have you been worried that we're all vomiting and that's why I'm not blogging? Fear not, friends, I was MIA for a few days because Blogspot and I were having disagreements. I thought it was being dumb, and it likely knew that I was too dumb to figure out the technical issue. We're back on speaking terms and have worked through our issues so I can share with you, bit by bit, some of the fun we had in Florida.

I've not been shy about my love for visiting grandparents since it usually means Keith and I can sleep in, or nap, or both. And this last weekend was heaven since we did both. Every single day. Heaven, pure heaven. I am, and always have been, an excellent napper, and while Keith likes to pretend he's "not a nap-type person", his actions proved otherwise.

So, one morning I awoke wondering 1) what time it was, 2) why Elvis the dog cannot just for once try to sleep in and not jump next to the bed to wake me up, 3) why I didn't take his collar off the night before so I couldn't hear him jumping, and 4) where the kids are, and what they're doing. So I set off to the room the boys sleep in in search of activity.

As I entered the room, I heard voices, but couldn't place them right away. If you're wondering what that is, it's a bed tent. The bottom is like a fitted sheet that goes over the bed, and then there's a tent above. Get it-bed sheet + tent on top=bed tent. Great fun for kids. And this tent is not just any ole tent, this was Keith's bed tent from when he was little. Yes, Grammie is a "keeper". You know, people are either keepers, purgers or hoarders. Since we can walk through Grammie's house without being blockaded by stuff, she's not a hoarder, but she's definitely a keeper. I for one am a purger, I get that from Nana, and Karen is the same. So I'd like to apologize to any future grandchildren for not having fun toys of their dads'. I do have tons of pictures of the toys, if that's any consolation. But back to Grammie. She kept all sorts of things. Some fun, some sentimental, and some....ahhh...hmmm. Anyways, she kept lots of things and this morning the boys enjoyed the tent.

Once I was in the room I noticed a bit of rustling in the tent, and a puppydog peeking out.

And then, a voice that can best be described as joyful telling me to come look. Ok, Grady, I'm coming. And the zipper started opening.
I stood there waiting for Cole to jump out, too, but it turns out two other big kids were in the tent!

Out comes Grammie and Grampie! I wondered two things right away: 1) how are they not claustrophobic (I was when I got in the tent the night before), and 2) did they keep the tent to play in it themselves? I think that is highly likely.As you can see, Grady, along with Be-ah, was narrating events as they unfolded. That kid is a talker. And Cole, even at 7AM-ish, was already clutching one of Keith's old matchbook cars. That kid loves him anything wheeled. And so our weekend was off to a good start!