Mom and Leslie Came to Visit

A few weeks ago, my Mom and my sister Leslie came down from Washington for a visit.

We headed over to Florence on Friday to enjoy a day at the beach.

Ryan was nice enough (foolish enough?) to let Leslie bury him in the sand.

Here she is drawing a mermaid bra on him. Nice.

It was a lovely day and the sand was warm (and the water was freezing) and we all got a little sun.

Nathan, of course found the biggest stick he could carry. I think we all stayed out of his way for a while.

That night, we stopped at our favorite self-serve frozen Yogurt place.  It can get dangerous there.

On Saturday, Mom, Leslie and I went shopping together while Nathan napped and Ryan job hunted. I’m incapable of picking out my own clothes, so it was nice to get a little advice.

That night, Ryan and I got to go on a date while Nathan spent the evening with Nana and Leslie. He’s really into “Blues Clues” right now so Nana made some clues and put them all around the house.

“A CLUE! A CLUE!”

He even used his magnifying glass to find them.

Unfortunately, he found one that didn’t get colored and decided to take matters into his own hands.

We love it when they come to visit!

I’ll Take What I Can Get.

Tonight Nathan was in a time out for hitting me and I was going through the whole spiel about not hitting and such. I told him he needed to say “Sorry Mommy” before he could come downstairs. I usually don’t get a verbal response, just a hug and a pat on the head, which I’ll take, so when he looked at me so sweetly and sincerely and opened his mouth to speak I thought, “A breakthrough!” But instead of saying “sorry”, Nathan looked right at me and said, “Bless you, Mommy.”

Yes, someone please bless me! I’m gonna need it to get through potty training and my own personal hell called “sacrament meeting with a 2 year old.”

I should probably mention that he has GREASE smeared across his face. It was all over his hands too.