The children and I have made our way back to Alabama for another long visit, leaving the Mister to finish up the tail end of this loooooong, haaaaaard pre-trial/in trial/post-trial time. He's working until 2:30 in the morning and we're enjoying tea time hot chocolates, with milk pours and marshmallow distributions made to the individual satisfaction level of each child in the room. But when he joins us in a couple weeks, he will be done-done-done with all of this for at least a few months. He's promised me a family getaway and I only remind him of it about twice a week.
|Where's Buddy Boy? He was here just a minute ago.|
|5 of the 6, soon to be 7, grandchildren.|
|She's a hair puller, this girl.|
|Learning from the best. All these blurry, grainy, indoors in wintertime pictures are making me wish I had put that flash on my Christmas list!|
Uncle had to rescue Buddy Boy from the innards of the obstacle course, and came sailing out at the end. It was highly amusing.