While my dad and brother were off galavanting in the woods out west, my mom hopped a plane to come visit her firstborn and her firstborn's firstborn. And Andrew, of course.
After Jack cried the whole way home from the airport (stranger danger! stranger danger!) we picked up lunch and settled in for the afternoon until Andrew got home. Then he gifted us with a few hours of Jack-duty so we could run out and get groceries, but not before picking out some too-cute outfits for the little boy at Kohls. And we got coffee. There was a lot of coffee that week.
|Note to self: step AWAY from the iPhone and use your REAL camera. Amen.|
She's a good one, that mom of mine.
Mama? Hurry back, okay?