My Mom came for a visit this weekend. My little guy of few words learned how to say Nana this week. And for some reason it is always yelled, "NANA" at the top of his lungs. But that's pretty much how we all felt about her visit. Thank you God for NANA!
We all went to soccer games on Saturday. We were thankful that it only rained for the last 30 minutes or so.
Ethan was trying to catch raindrops in his mouth and saying "YUM" whenever one hit its mark.
We had a very successful trip to Red Robin Saturday night (in sprite of the fact that Ethan missed his nap that day).
It was a great weekend. Always sad to say good-bye but so thankful for a Nana who is willing to make the trek over the mountains to come visit.