Groovy Grammy

I love my mom. She does so much for all of her children and grandchildren. In my case, I wouldn't be a mother if it weren't for her and my dad helping to finance our adoptions. I think Baylie may love my mom even more than I do. She and her Grammy have a very close bond, so we were really excited to have a visit from Grammy last week.

We went to the zoo (forgot the camera) and to the marionette theater, where we saw Aladdin. The marionette theater is really cool. Here is a picture of Baylie with Alice in Wonderland.

Then we went for a walk down by the river. Near the river is little red one-room school house built in the late 1800's.

There are some great photo ops by the river. For some reason, Baylie always looks like she's strangling Jalen.

Baylie loved dancing on this platform. Every time a plane went overhead, Baylie covered her head to keep it from falling on her.

We really miss Grammy.

I should also mention that once again I've proven that I should have a GPS chip inserted in my brain. When driving Grammy back to the airport in Charlotte, North Carolina (where the fares are much lower), I fogot to exit the I-20 to the I-77 and ended up in Florence, South Carolina - an hour in the wrong direction. I have driven to Charlotte at least five times, including in the dark on my way to pick up my mom, and yet I still found a way to get lost. She missed her flight, but luckily was able to reschedule - for a fee.

And as long as I'm blogging about my shortcomings, I'll confess that today Baylie locked us out of the house for the THIRD time. Only this time she was out on the porch with me, so she couldn't let me back in. I actually remained very calm. I was impressed with myself for climbing over the deck railing and jumping to the ground. (Okay, it's only about three feet, but still.) Meanwhile, inside the house the iron was on and Jalen was asleep. I ran to a neighbor friend who in turn ran to the office and got us a master key. Apparently we're going to have to hide a key.