My parents and my brother Mason visited us last weekend. It was great to have them here, to see our new house, and sleep in our really new guest bed (it seriously arrived just 2 days before they got here). I cleaned the house really nice, got fluffy white towels for the guest bath, tried my best to get things in order so we could treat them to a nice vacation weekend.
Well, it turns out they treated us. Papa took Anna shopping for dresses and Grammer took Payton to the Lego store. Mason played Rock Band and Guitar Hero with the kids -- which really, was an act of love considering the number of times he had to endure "I Think I'm Paranoid" because Conner had learned the words and didn't want to attempt singing a different song. (see the video). They took us to lunch at the Cheesecake Factory, and dinner at our fav pizza place in town. My dad trimmed all the bedroom doors that were catching on our extra-fluffy carpet. He got rid of our green mildewy problem on the driveway and back patio. He helped Scott install a new garbage disposal. He installed my elfa sliding drawer in the kitchen. My mom helped me move past my decorator's block and actually get some pictures on the walls. She ordered me some fabulous curtains for my front room. And she let the boys create a cookie recipe -- m&m's, hershey kisses, marshmallows, and teddy grahams. They thought they were fantastic.
ya, all in just 3 days -- and one of those was a Sunday.
So what did we do to repay them for their generosity and service? . . . . . . Well, I made The Pioneer Woman's pico de gallo and quesadillas. And we gave them the flu. Nice, huh? Anna came down with it last saturday -- high fever and general yuckiness. By Sunday afternoon all 3 of them had caught it as well. I felt horrible dropping them off at the airport Sunday night in sorry condition. Today, they're finally speaking to me again. ;o) Actually, it just took that long to get over this nasty bug. We know, because Scott and I also picked it up on Monday and just recently began to feel alive again. Everyone seems to be doing fine now -- we all survived.
We loved having my family here and for the first time actually having a room to put them in -- not to mention their own bathroom. Maybe this will mean we see the grandparents more frequently? I don't know. But they are always welcome. As long as they're okay with hearing the saturday morning cartoons start up at 7am. And the occasional thumps of a robin attacking the bedroom window.
