Sunday, January 29, 2012



Sophia had a day off school Friday because of Parent/Teacher conferences. I may have more to say about that another day. Since we had our conference on Thursday, we had the day to ourselves. I decided it would be a good time to head to the farm in Illinois to have a little visit with my grandparents.

Sophia was a tough sell, but by the time we headed off, she was excited for the visit. We got there at lunch and ate our meal, which Grandma kept insisting was not enough: chicken tetrazini, jello salad and bread. I didn't have the heart to tell her that many days I eat crackers and hummus and a hard boiled egg. So a real meal feels like a lot.

Shortly after our dinner, Grandpa headed in for a nap, and us girls got everything out for cookie making. As Grandma spread it all out and I looked it over, it hit me. Just trade out girls and give Grandma a few inches back, and this is a day in my childhood. Same apron, same table, yellow checked tablecloth, cutters, routine, everything. For that matter, I'm pretty sure it's all the same as when my own mom was a kid, too. It was a little strange. But honestly, I feel so incredibly grateful that Sophia and I can share that. A little moment in time that will bind us together. With Grandma.

And if you need some cookies, we've got plenty. That's not all. We also came home with some fabric and old calendars. We should be good in the art and sewing categories for a while now. I also sneaked a quick picture of Grandma at the table. Don't tell her, though. She hates having her picture taken.
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  1. Thank You!

    Love all you girls

  2. Yes, I want cookies. Overnight should be fine, thanking you in advance.