What happens at Grandma's..

T went on the annual snowmobile trip so I packed up j and Duke and we headed north.

But first, let me tell you about the snow the day before we left.  I'm an southern(ish) east coast girl and...well... I hate the snow.  It snowed the whole stinkin' day.  I'll give you that it's pretty.  That's all I'll give you.

 

I guess I should've realized that it was only going to be worse in C-land.  I couldn't even bring myself to take a picture of the table covered in no less than a foot of snow.  I can't believe I'm going to have to live with this for the rest of my life.

 

Now, what can the grandparents do that and 8 month old would want to keep secret from mommy?

 

Ummm...rolling around on the table...

 

Eating chocolate chip cookies...

 

 

I will say that the weekend was spent obsessing about crawling.  j picked this weekend away from daddy to take those first "steps."  I was a little bummed about T missing it, but I'm there will be plenty more crawling!

 

 

We've also been debating on whether to take j in for his first haircut.  After seeing j modeling with the "wind machine," I figure it probably is time.  Walk off anyone?

 

My mom says that it's good luck for the grandfather to do the first haircut.  Since we're not totally confident in gramps' ability to give j a new do, he just took a few snippets.

 

We had a great long weekend!