Oh. It was a wonderful weekend. We had Drummer's blessing (more on that later).My parents, sister-in-law and sweet nephew came to celebrate and participate from many miles away.
We all scrunched into our tiny house and somehow I think we all managed to get some sleep. Olive told her stories, which, if you've ever been on the listening end of such an occasion, simply wears you out by the time she reaches the conclusion when you want to want to scream just tell me what happens! She likes to draw things out, and revel in the rapt attention.
We did post-dinner tricks with the help of willing relatives.
Olivia was so good to help do hair Sunday morning and then be on the other end after church, that long, dark, beauty of a coif.
Affection was not spared.And of course there was a walk to wear out those baby Dills, but I'm afraid it didn't really wear out those still in their single digits as much as those of us with doubles.
We brought along carrots to feed our neighborhood horse, Cash. He was delighted,
despite the dropped carrots by scared little hands.
Pearl got her horse loving fix.
And our own little wild stallion got some free roaming.My girls fell in love with their little boy cousin who hits your face when he likes you. Or eats your head. Both signs that you are accepted and ingested.
As my mom and I were in the kitchen one day whipping up some culinary goodness, she and I lamented that we couldn't get together more often to work on our projects and share our passion for all things fiber.
The distance made the whole time together even sweeter, especially since they'll be increasing that distance even more very soon.If you can help me think of a bribe to get them closer to us, I will name my 7th child after you.
Even if that child turns out to be a rabbit. Or a goat.My dear visitors have all left to go to the places they call home and we miss the extra bodies for hugs and homework help (go ask the fluent Spanish speaker, Olivia, to help you with your homework!)
So, Olive isn't sleeping in the closet and Clover won't have her cousin around for early morning bed stare-downs. We miss them greatly.
I am back to blogging and working on my Once Upon a Thread project.
I love having those extra creative, wise minds around to bounce around ideas and dreams. We laughed late into the night, passing around the pomelo until we knew the next day, was coming even if we never got in bed. Thanks for coming.