Let me formally acknowledge that Charlene took almost every picture you’ll see in the next few blog entries. Even though everyone grumbles and groans when they see the camera coming out, they’re secretly happy in the end because there’s a huge collection of fantastic photos to enjoy. So, mad props to Charlene.
more grandparents? for real?
July 17, 2009 at 8:45 pm (Uncategorized)
Emily knew some non-Maine grandparents existed, sure, but it was incomprehensible to her. I mean, the child measures everything in inches — can you imagine how many inches away the state of Washington is? She vaguely remembered that Grandma Charlene had made her a fabulous quilt, but that was a lifetime ago in Emily time. So it’s a darn good thing they decided to come visit.
Grandpa Nolan and Grandma Charlene arrived on July 9th for their first visit with the Emmycakes. They wisely arrived with a gift in hand: her very first sock monkey, made in delightfully girly colors. It met with her approval.
In preparation for their visit, Emily inspected ferns. As you do. (Okay, the truth is, I took these pictures before Dad and Charlene arrived and never had a chance to put them on the blog. So I’m slipping them in here. Nonchalantly. Go with it.)
Another set of photos that should have made the blog earlier: my “help, I’m stuck in the mud” call. I never should have made fun of Natalie for falling in the foundation hole. I was punished by mysteriously managing to drive my car off the road — a road that was approximately 100 yards wide, if not more. The family is still making fun of me. I can’t even come up with a good defense. It was all quite embarassing. Uncle Steve and Ray responded to my damsel in distress SOS signals and hauled me back out of the muck. Of course, by then, Chris had heard about it, as had Aunt Mary Ann, and Jane, and oh, the contractors working on Ray’s site had been called, and…. My face is still red.
I digress. I’m supposed to be talking about the visit. We spent their first day here enjoying one of the first sunny days we’d had in a long time. We took the stroller out and roamed downtown Blue Hill. Dad was horrified by the cost of his $4.30 quadruple shot, half-caff, non-fat latte [you're not in Seattle anymore!], but it was otherwise a very enjoyable adventure.
An emergency diaper change. This job is not always glamorous, but someone has to do it. At least we tracked down the most idyllic spot imaginable to take care of filth.
Family Young:
Dad found a suitable throne:
And finally, exhaustion settled in for Miss Emily:
