While George and I were off gallivanting across Merry Olde England, the boys were spending plenty of Quality Time with their maternal grandparents.
I don’t know everything they did, but here’s what I do know:
They took a yo-yo class:
They went to the beach, where they swam in a pool:
They visited a naval museum:
And ate the kinds of food only a grandparent can guiltlessly provide:
I know they went fishing and walked on the beach but I don’t have photos for those. I know they had a great time.
I also know, poor things, didn’t have enough clothes and were apparently dressed like orphans because their terrible mama doesn’t know how to pack a suitcase. Apparently. I don’t know how they all survived. I really need to up my organization game.
I also assume an Oreo commercial is in the pipeline. Nabisco! Gimme a call!