When they got here, Max was a month old and still all pink and wrinkly. Now he has beautiful olive color skin, rosy cheeks, arched eyebrows, and full-body wrinkles that have 'botoxed' into fat rolls. He is definitely a looker. And oh how he had Grandma wrapped around his little finger.
And Sam. Sam. Sam. Sam. Sam was all smiles when they got here and was all smiles when they left. A bit more mischievous and reckless (ie: loves to stand on kitchen table and swing chandelier) but still a happy kid. He was Grandpa's little buddy and loved the endless number of big people to read books to him. I bet Grandma & Grandpa read him over 100 books while they were here. Many never got finished, but they all sure got started.Bo was of course ultra excited about having the extra live-in playmates. He and Grandma played hard and played long. Some of their favorite games were Monster Hunt (crawl around the dark basement floor with flashlights and look for monsters or bears), box camping, box forting, or pretty much any other game associated with a big cardboard box (first our tv box and then our dishwasher box). But regardless of what they played, they always had fun (minus Bo slapping Grandma across the cheek in about week 3 in above mentioned box for supposedly not playing right ???) and they always laughed hard.
The extra help was not just with the kids, though, but with housework as well. Karl had a honey-do list a mile long that he knocked out for us (finish shed interior, paint garage floor, tear down old shed, repair boiler, replace dryer light bulb, install heater fan in bathroom, repair hole in guest bath ceiling, paint bathroom . . .) and Marcia was a cleaning fool: laundry, dishes, vacuuming; you name it, she cleaned it. They were a ginormous help. I can not thank them enough.
But now they are gone, the guest room empty, and laundry is drowning us all.
