Grandpa and Grandma came to visit for the weekend. The kids were in their usual performance mode - each donning their favorite wig and picking up an instrument. Something about Isabella in that long dark wig was really frightening.Grandpa was in town for work, so that left Grandma free on Monday. She came in and got to spend a little time in each child's classroom. They loved showing off their hard work to Grandma and showing off Grandma to their teachers.The only problem with the visit is that the kids think that Grandpa and Grandma are coming back again tomorrow!
The Ray Soundtrack is a permanant fixture in my car CD player. Isabella has to be the only 3 year old who knows EVERY word to "Hit the Road, Jack." Seriously. Even the verses. It's a must-see. The kids really enjoy the music. I hear them in the hallways of school now and then singing as they walk by my room. "...I got a woman, way over town..." Isabella has come to request one other song besides Hit the Road, Jack. Now she wants "Uhchay mah hah." (Unchain My Heart, spoken exactly as pronounced by the backup singers in the song.) We were listening to (of course) "Hit the Road, Jack" for the one millionth time. Maddie: "Mom, do you know what makes that noise?" Kat: "What, Mad?" Maddie: "A horn." I paused. She was referring to the trumpet. My dad would be so proud that she called it a horn! I was terribly impressed. Kat: "That's exactly right, Maddie! I'm so excited that you know that!" Maddie: "Of course! Like the horn on my bike!"
I vaguely remember this house. I can't recall the last time I was in it for a full week straight. Early February, I think. We took planes, trains and automobiles to arrive at Copper Mountain in Colorado for President's Day weekend. 3 hour drive to Ohio. Drop off kids. Sleep a little. 3.5 hour flight to Colorado. 2.5 hour drive into the mountains to Copper Mountain. Sleep a little more. Think we are suffocating because of the altitude. Many ski lift rides over 4 days. Get hit by the lift chair. Take a wrong turn and end up on a black diamond hill with moguls. A sleigh ride. Reverse process to return home. It was much more fun than it sounds. It was just exhausting 5 months pregnant. We got home on Tuesday and returned to school and work, then got the call on Thursday that my grandfather had died in Ohio. We unpacked the suitcases just enough to get skiing stuff out and dressy black stuff in. Let the driving begin. Oh, and my darling husband decided he was tired of driving the minivan and he wanted to take his Infiniti G35 to Ohio. Sardines, much? But it was great to see the WHOLE family. And it was one of the most beautiful and tender funeral services I have ever attended. Grandpa was beaming with pride as the many speaking and singing talents of his children and and grandchildren were demonstrated. So, how's that for a great excuse for not blogging? :) More lighthearted blogging to follow, I promise!
