Did not get much hoppy beer at Stone. =(
Later, we went up to Gramma Jo's house, where Lorne and Will played baseball. Will tells people to "be brave" when he's playing ball with them. You may think you need to be brave because he might throw a ball at your face (which he might, and he throws hard), but it actually means "make a mean-looking face," because all the major leaguers make mean faces when they're batting.
You can tell Lorne is a good father because, armed with a bat after Will's behavior at Stone, he just played ball.
Bein' brave.
Also, Evie picked her first orange. Also, Evie licked her first orange.
On Monday, Grandma Gail and Grandpa Bill headed home. Later, I took the kids for a walk. Will ran alongside the stroller for about a mile, then shouted, "Oh no! Tired!" Then he passed out.
On Tuesday, stuff happened.
On Wednesday, more stuff happened.
On Thursday, as I was cleaning out the kids' closet, I found the clothes that my best friend's mom gave us when Will was born. She got Will size 4 clothes and PJs, and Will was super excited about the dino pjs.
On Friday, we said goodbye to our sweet kitty George. He'd been sick for about a month, and he got exponentially worse when I took him to the vet on Friday. He was in a lot of pain and it was time to say goodbye. We were lucky to have him with us for so long.
On Saturday, I was still sad about George. I don't remember what else we did.
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