THE GREAT SLEEPOVER

These three were born only eight weeks apart. Last year I owed all of them a birthday present and so I hosted a sleepover. After dinner there was a treasure hunt. Oh, no! Not another clue, where is the treasure already?


At the end of the treasure hunt they found new books to read, odd socks and some treats.

Time to get the beds made and to test them out--very dramatically.

This lump is Willow. She's a willowy lump.
Liza in green.
Maddy o'the long pants.
These two are always up for some adventure at Grandma's house.
Willow is right there too, plotting fun things to do.
Like making faces when Grandma wants to take pictures.
These are three of my treasures. How I love them.

The odd socks.
Roughhousing.

Girls! Calm down!
Okay, we're calm, honest we are. See how angelic we are?
Yah, right!
Okay, it's really time for you to be asleep.
We are!
The next morning Lisa and Maddy learned how to make Swedish pancakes. Willow was having a wee melt down and went back to bed.
Then they wrote down the recipes to put in their new recipe boxes. Cherry cream cheese pie was one of the recipes, taco soup and, of course, Swedish pancakes.
These two waited until they were home to have a melt down. Even though I had warned them that there would be NO MELTDOWNS or their parents would NEVER, EVER let me host a sleepover again. They had meltdowns anyway. What's a Grandma to do?

THE GRANDCHILDREN DANCE CELTIC

Tonight Trent called and said that Noah, Willow and Meghan were dancing their Celtic dances at the library. We flew and got there too late to see Noah but did see Willow and Meghan dance. I hardly recognized them. They had curly wigs on--well, not Noah. They did a wonderful job. I got a little teary eyed--as I always do when I watch children performing and since they were my grandchildren it was hard not to get emotional. I blinked a lot.

I wasn't up close so these photos are way too dark. When Willow saw us she grinned and waved. I missed it, of course. But I caught Meghan's smile.Getting dressed in regular clothes after they danced.
Their mom, Michelle in the background, making sure all the shoes and dress parts got packed.

Noah gave us a private recital.

He did a great job.

We are so glad we got to see the kids dance. They really put on a good show--in spite of the fact that some youngster pulled the fire alarm and we were told to evacuate the building. It didn't faze their teacher. "Dance on," was her motto. And they did.