When I was little, I spent a week each summer with my grandparents at their house on the lake. I have fond memories of those weeks, so when my parents wanted to do the same thing, I left it up to each child to decide when and if they felt comfortable doing this. They each jumped at the chance around the age of 4. Camille, because she's an independent adventurer-type and Sylvia, because her big sister was doing it. It has become a tradition with each set of grandparents. So, for this week, I only have one little cutie around, (and one big cutie, we celebrated our 13th anniversary this week).
(that's a dry brush)
I know Camille and Sylvia are having fun and being well taken care of, but I miss them. I know I'm supposed to love having a break from my kids, but it seems awfully quiet around here (despite Ayla cutting two molars), and I kinda can't wait until they're home again.