What do you do when it's been a rough week and you have a few hours break before the mayhem starts again? You call Granny and say, "Will you feed us breakfast today?" To which she replies, "of course!" And you drive 30 miles to be greeted by Granny with a Jadite bowl full of whole wheat pancake mix in hand. Elizabeth claps her hands in glee, "can I help make the pancakes, Granny?"
A good decision, indeed.
After breakfast, we play with some newfangled toys (I think this was my dad's when he was a teenager),
swing on the porch,
and sweep the porch (because Granny's immaculate porch just calls out to the broom, apparently).
Pull siblings in the wagon,
and let them go careening down the hill when the wagon gets to be too much to handle.
Thanks, Granny, for always being there to take care of us, fawn over us, and generally make us feel loved.