The Grandparents

My mom and dad came to stay with us for a week and oh my GOD do I miss them. They were such a huge help and I don't know how I got anything done before they got here. I'm going to have to relearn how to be a one woman domestic machine all over again.

While they were here, we got a gourmet dinner every night courtesy of my mom, Brad and I got a chance to go out on a date, and D was entertained non-stop by his favorite "Hoo-pah." Does my dad even try to correct him and have him say Grandpa? No. He thinks Hoopah is the coolest name ever given to a grandparent and insists that no one tell D that he's pronouncing it wrong. How do we explain this to his speech therapist?

Brad and I took advantage of our night out and had a romantic dinner at Mimi's followed by a night of acting like idiots at our local casino. We left with even money and had SO much fun. We figured if we're going to go, it might as well be now before all the damn snow birds invade again and we won't be able to go anywhere without being surrounded by blue hairs. You don't know fear until you notice the RV coming at you is driven by a tiny, shriveled up, 90 year old man possibly sitting on phone books to see over the dash.