I've missed these even more:
It was really neat to be the only one home this time - there was no juggling of time with the kids; it was just me and them, which made for an excellent visit. Which I think is even more important as they get older. I love being an aunt; it's the best thing ever!
I have only one half-decent picture of the baby, as she was pretty sick all weekend, but in the interest of fairness - I can't leave her out! - here it is:They came over for ice cream, butterscotch ripple. When they asked what kind it was, Grandad said "scutterbotch." Which I said was Spanish for "aardvark poo." Their mother thought that was pretty funny. She tried to go along with it, but she was laughing too hard. This is her face when I said it:
This was her reaction when I told her I was going to post the last picture:
I'm sure, now that I've left, those poor kids must be saying to each other: "Boy, Auntie Erin sure talks a lot about poop and farts!"