I have spent a good chunk of my summer thinking about bathing suits. Naturally. I decided I was going to work hard to get my body bathing suit ready(I've had three kids, shut up). I did pilates. 5 times. Myles wanted to do it with me. I got him his own mat. He tried. Sorta.
And then it was 11:55 on Monday evening, and I should have be sound asleep. But. Instead, I was picking up my mom at the airport. My parents love that flight. I'm not even sure I know what the airport looks like in the daylight. But as much as I complain, we were excited. As were the boys. And the dog. Maybe the dog most of all.
Myles thought he should get ready for her arrival. Didn't want to look like a sloppy punk with hair in his eyes for his Granny.
She came and Brian and I worked. She got to spend some quality time with the boys.
Then. One night we all took a walk to the park.
Brian taught them the art of climbing up a slide. I am so proud.
The boys had a great time with their grandparents. So much so, that there wasn't enough time for pictures. This is all you get. They keep saying, "We going to Granny's house tomorrow." Try September. For my High School Reunion. Yes. I'm old. But excited.
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