Don't knock your house down

Baby William was blessed by his father in church on Sunday.  My Sister Kathleen and her husband Bruce came from Maryland, and our daughter Brynn and her husband Chad and their gang attended, so we had all the grandkids in one place.  Against all odds, we were able to immobilize them, in church clothes nonetheless, long enough for a picture.  Note: my new bridge appears structurally sound.

Of course, they then scattered and resumed normal kid-ness.

but for that instant...

Once again, it has been good having Ashley and her kids around. Several parks are close, with fun equipment.

Baby William has been, well, like a 2-3 week-old. I've always wondered about the expression, "slept like a baby." I think that would mean waking up, crying and demanding to be fed every two hours, much less exhibiting control of bowel or bladder.  However, in general, he's been OK.

There always has to be a project, right?  I started working on the pocket door for the kitchen that Paula has bugged me about for years, and luckily my brother-in-law has done such work for a long time.  He was invaluable in preventing me from collapsing the house around us.  ("You mean that if I cut those 2x4's right there, the upstairs hallway stands a good chance of leading directly in to the kitchen?")  OK, I did get to buy some more tools, so all was not lost.

As Bruce put it, and I have confirmed through numerous projects, "It's always a surprise when you start working on a house."

All in all, a great visit, and continued fun having the grandkids around.  Ashley's husband bravely set out with the five older kids driving to Missouri this morning to visit his parents for a week.  We then just have another week before they all return to Tajikistan.

We hope that your grandkids visit you, and that you don't knock your house down trying to follow your wife's orders wishes.

Dave & Paula