I don't normally make the posts on the family blog. I just can't stand being at the top for over a week now. Anytime you guys check Jen's blog you see me in... whatever it is I'm wearing. Norman Gentle attire, I guess. So I just had to post something to divert your attention.

Sara, Kate and I went on a walk yesterday since we have some Summer weather (75 degrees). All the plants and flowers are starting to bloom and it's quite nice.

-Dave

American Idol

No disrespect Kris Allen...but this is the real American Idol!

A Special Visitor

What girl doesn't love her Grandpa...right. I love it when he comes to visit us. I extra love (emphasis on the improper English) that my children love him. Their relationship with him is almost like an unfulfilled relation that I wanted to have with my Great Grandpa, PaPa. I loved him. He passed away when I was five. All I remember is the way I felt about him, just plain happy (feeding the ducks together). The kind of happy this cute girl is feeling...

I am so happy that "ilcapo" has stuck around (much to his dismay sometimes) long enough to have a REAL and Lasting relationship with our children. All I heard for several days after he left was how much they loved him, missed him and wanted him to come back. We didn't even have any complaints this time from Chase about giving up his room.

We had so much fun.

I especially love hearing him tell stories. I wish I had a better memory. He told us this great story about how they got their first cat, "Francis" (the first of I think 13 Francises). It would be such a wonderful children's book. I need to commission Dave or my mother-in-law to illustrate it. And there were so many more good times.

We love you Great Grandpa! And in the words of Boz II Men, "It's So Hard To Say Goodbye." xoxo

I Do It Really Well...

That phrase had me worried. I went to a special Mother's Day tea party with Kate today at her preschool. They had a story prepared where each of them had to fill in the end of this sentence, "My Mother is excellent at..."

You can imagine the fear that struck at the heart of every mother there - and most certainly me. I started filling in the blank in my head. Sleeping was the first thing that came to mind and then all sorts of of even less appealing answers. To my relief my sweet Kate said...

"My Mother is really, really, really, really excellent at sewing and making me dolls."

I loved all the extra reallys.

We went to pick up Great Grandpa at the airport today. As we drove through the parking garage Kate says, "A lot of people must be coming to see their Grandma's and Grandpa's!"

(there were a lot of cars)