This past weekend was wonderful. DD#2 visited with two of her three children. Almost 3 year old, Oliver and our baby, 6 month old Alaska, or Ally for short. We attended the Air Show on Saturday, and my grandson was so happy and inspired. He noticed all the things we didn't. We were craning our necks to watch the jets, skydivers and helicopters. He was excited by the trucks, jeeps, real army men and stationary aircraft. He even got to go inside two of them and sit in the pilots seat. He wore sunglasses, ate frozen concoctions on a stick, and carried his own little lawn chair over his shoulder. The highlight, riding on the big yellow school bus to and from the pick up point.
The baby, she was a little doll, in her flowery summer dress and matching hat. She was lathered up in sunscreen, (as were we all), and oblivious to all the commotion around her. Woke up only a few times, mostly to nurse and be oohed and awed over.
Afterwards, back to Mimi's, dinner, a Mickey Movie, much couch time and cuddling and then the best part, sleeping in Mimi's bed.
On Sunday, breakfast, a trip to the cemetery to visit pop's gravesite and take flowers. Oliver played with rocks, bugs and pick tiny grass flowers to leave at the headstone. He didn't understand, but we talked about Pop being in heaven with Jesus, and he understood the general direction was up in the sky. Good job, Ollie. We came back home afterwards, visited with great grandma, loaded up more items than my poor little daughter should have to carry in her lifetime. I followed them to have Mexican food and they were on their way. I miss them so much today, but will travel to their home this weekend for dear grandson's 3rd birthday. Can't wait.
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