Forgot To Mention: Honorary grandkids A and J came to live with us in September, since their mom was working nights in Indianapolis. The plan was for J to arrive for dinner, spend some time with her kids, tuck them in at night, then head off to work.
But gas prices jumped. Soon she began arriving only Friday night....then Saturday morning....Saturday afternoon....Saturday night....Sunday for a visit.
A was 3, J was 2. I don't remember what everyone dressed up as for Halloween; that particular photo album is packed away in storage.
What I DO remember vividly is 2 y/o J, standing by W in his exersaucer, yelling because W was smacking him on the head.
"Honey, you can move away. He can't!"
J was also very unhappy to be separated from his mommy, and one afternoon he threw such a fit, I had no choice but to grab him and hold him tight; he had totally lost control and didn't know how to calm down.
We eventually settled into a routine.
I plan to go ahead with my plan to dress up as Betsy Ross/Molly Pitcher tomorrow night, and since I have to be at church at 7:30 am, I'll have to leave at midnight. So the two or three songs I plan to sing are
Famous In A Small Town
Let It Go
Edge of 17.