Russell and Melissa prepared a scrumdidiliumptious (I made up the spelling myself) ham and potato dinner for us all. The rest of the afternoon was a litter more my speed than the day before. Yesterday we went out and about. Today we stayed home and visited while the kiddos played. Granted it was Sunday, but even so, I'm just not as adventuresome as I once was. I blame Cannon. He is almost 3, and he got loose on the campus of Friends University yesterday. It was a trick keeping track of him. I thought to myself, "Why is he doing this? He's not one to run off like this!"
Then I realized I almost never let him loose in public places so I wouldn't know if he would run off or not. Now I see that he is not yet ready for that step yet. The constraining devices will remain in use until he can prove they are no longer needed. We'll try again when he's four.
George and his Godfather.
Okay, Russell isn't really George's Godfather-- we don't really do that. But George's middle name is Russell and if Russell had had a son he might have been a George Russell-- so that's close enough.
Megan, how would you feel about taking a couple weeks off school and coming with us to be George's nanny for the rest of the trip?
These girl cousins have been very helpful with Georgie.
Cannon got quite a kick out of pillow jumping off the couch until Uncle Russell's feet attacked him and he screamed, "Get off me, Stinky Feet!" Cannon has been in fine form this weekend.
Funny. He was kung-fu Wonder Woman.
Elinor and Allison were reporters and Faith and Kristen were their sidekicks. These little darlings found ample means for entertainment and none of it involved watching a movie. I like that.
Bethany? Is that you? I hardly recognize you-- it's been so long since I've seen you.She and Caitlyn have been no where to be found with the general company of the house. They've been in Caitlyn's room playing board games and writing poetry.
Poetry-- by Betsy Fox
They sit in their room
And write poetry.
Quite delightful poetry.
Pages and pages of poetry.
Lots of rhyming poetry.
Much better poetry
Than their mother can write.
Uncle Abe (A.K.A The Pied Piper) entertained the youngest little ladies with lots of stories.
We've had a wonderful visit here in Wichita. The cousins are still giggling in their rooms soaking up the last of this fun cousin time for a while. Many thanks to Russell and Melissa for hosting and feeding our large brood this weekend.