We are getting ready to go down to Virginia again in a few weeks, so I had better get this last trip up before they pile up on me...
Grandma Mary Lou and Lynette came out to visit before Ron takes his leave of VA, so we drove down to meet them. Luckily there were still marshmallows available for the marshmallow guns by the time we got there!
It took a lot of practice (and marshmallow fallen casualty to Jensen's mouth) but he got the hang of it and did really well in the end.
Duke, pondering what joys will be his once he develops the coordination to aim and blow without spitting too much... and sit up...
Jensen was a big fan of "crack the egg", which coincided perfectly with Easter and the eggs that were found then, as well as the movie Land Before Time (w/ the dinosaurs debuting out of eggs) and the nest outside one of our windows...it has been all about eggs around here recently. I actually found a "nest" on the floor in the living room between the ottoman and the sofa containing for or five eggs pilfered from the refrigerator... explanations were futile, but the object lesson Jensen taught himself when he dropped one on the kitchen floor while traipsing them back to the fridge was worth the mess- that he got to clean up.
Of course we had to roast hot dogs and marshmallows (not the spitty ones...) This is Jensen "cooking" his hotdog.
And finally I got to put down the camera/extension-of-my-arm and roast some marshmallows- a true love of mine....
I love this kid-
Grandma's trip was scheduled for the cherry blossom festival, so we went up to see them, which was fun for me because in all the years I've been visiting DC I've never gotten to see it.
Jence and Ellie could have sat there forever watching the "birds that turn into ducks" as Jensen put it. (Seagulls)
Gpa telling the kids not to get too close to the railingless edge. ("I mean, I'll jump in if I have to, I just really don't want to."
We got to take a boat ride up the Potomac to see the sights- it was such a fun, new way to see the city.
Duke, eating my sweater.
Why does the cheeto "cheese" have to be neon orange? And why is it a prerequisite to being a kid that you have to love that day-glow treat? More than anything though, Jensen loved that the planes heading to Reagan International flew right above us.
I'm so gad we got to see her- she made our trip so fun, especially with how great she was with Jensen.
Then he becomes a dog and she gets to hold his apple for him while he eats it- dogs don't have hands, you know.
Jensen likes Duke, but he's still not all about the touchy stuff- so my insistence that they get a brothers picture was met with indifference.
I'm trying to remember what we bribed him with, but there was obviously quite a bounty on the line, because he arose to the occasion quite well.