Yesterday the girls and I took a day trip over the mountains to see my mom and Grandma. I am fairly certain my grandma is starting to wonder if my husband exists anymore, because I don't think he's come with us on our trips this year. He's a busy fellow, and it was past time to visit again.
I think the visit went well. It's a lot to ask the girls- to sit in the car for the long drive over, then to be quiet and well behaved for the visit with their great-grandma, and then sit back in the car for the long drive back home. Of course it means that I am alone on behavior-watch with Ryan not in tow, so I don't know how much actual visiting I truly get to do. Hopefully it's just enough to gaze at my flustered visage...?
We got a couple of pictures before we left. I thought it would be good for the girls to get a picture with Nana and their great-grandma.
I think Emma is as tall as Grandma now. I remember when I reached that point in my growing.