The day after

We finally got around to taking a few pictures of the people we went to see on our last day in Idaho.

My sweet grandma, who seems to have just as much energy and things to do now as she did when I was ten, and whose laugh I love:


My sister, who has been mistaken before for my twin, and her girls who wanted nothing to do with the picture:


We picked up an extra passenger on our way out. You may remember these characters from several years ago. We now have a complete set. Stay tuned for a group photo...uh...sometime. I love thinking about how my kids and their life-sized (when they're 1 or 2) friends match in personality and temperament, some more than others. Ellen = Eeyore, Jack = Pooh, Rose = Piglet, Elijah = Tigger.

Jack and I have both noticed that Elijah is shaping up to be quite the little athlete, compared to his siblings, that is. For a kid with half a heart, he is probably the bounciest and trounciest, and huggable and loveable 22-month-old we know.

Thank you, Aunt Sarah!