One of Kellen’s favorite things is to visit his cousins. At Thad and Marie’s Kellen is able to play in big piles of dirt and on the basketball court with their 4-year-old grandson while the teenage cousins keep an eye on them. When he’s at Thayran and Erica’s, there is often a neighborhood full of kids playing hide and seek in their yard and this trip they had a “petting zoo” of a rabbit and two guinea pigs in the garage.
My mom flew into Minneapolis this weekend and she and I took the kids down to see family in Tomah. Somehow the 2.5 hour drive turned int 5.5 hours on the way their and 3.5 hours on the way home which was hard on the kids and the adults. However, we had a nice time seeing family.
Owen has definitely hit the stranger-danger stage of development. I was not allowed out of his sight and he was a little on edge the entire trip, but when he relaxed he had fun discovering new homes and playing peek-a-boo and trucks with his aunts, uncles, grandma, great grandma and cousins. Owen also has been eating potatoes for several days now and so far it looks like he is tolerating them. Fingers crossed!
Here are some pictures of the weekend.
My brother doesn’t like his pic out on the interweb, so I’ll just show a dimple. Owen’s aren’t nearly as pronounced as his uncle or cousins, but this is where they came from.Teaching Grandma the art of the selfie.
Preemie generations. Thayran was a 31 weeker which was about the age of viability in the 70’s. Cousins. Their due dates were just one week apart. This hug was so rambunctious that they immediately fell together to the floor after this picture. A little Packer indoctrination while in Wisconsin. Every child who has been to Grandma B’s has played (“Gently! Gently!”) her Baby Grand. This is the piano that she and I sat and played when I’d sneak down and spend my evenings with her after my parents went to bed.
I hope everyone had a great Mother’s Day! Thad and Marie and kids gave me a potted plant and a card that made me hold in tears. Kyle, Kellen and Owen gave me a spa appointment that I’ll be cashing in on soon and 3 pounds of candy.
Kellen also painted a teapot that had this poem that I think you’ll all relate to:
If You Give a Mom A Muffin
by Beth Brubaker
If you give a mom a muffin,
She’ll want a cup of coffee to go with it.
She’ll pour herself some.
Her three-year-old will spill the coffee.
She’ll wipe it up.
Wiping the floor, she’ll find dirty socks.
She’ll remember she has to do laundry.
When she puts the laundry in the washer,
She’ll trip over boots and bump into the freezer.
Bumping into the freezer will remind her
she has to plan for supper.
She will get out a pound of hamburger.
She’ll look for her cookbook
(“101 Things To Do With a Pound of Hamburger”).
The cookbook is setting under a pile of mail.
She will see the phone bill, which is due tomorrow.
She will look for her checkbook.
The checkbook is in her purse
that is being dumped out by her two-year-old.
She’ll smell something funny.
She’ll change the two-year-old’s diaper.
While she is changing the diaper, the phone will ring.
Her five-year-old will answer and hang up.
She’ll remember she wants to phone a friend for coffee.
Thinking of coffee will remind her
that she was going to have a cup.
And chances are…If she has a cup of coffee,
Her kids will have eaten the muffin that went with it.
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