To grandmother’s assisted living facility and grandfather’s nursing home we go! OK, so the song doesn’t work quiet as well since they sold the super cool old house (with a servant’s staircase! and a laundry chute! and a scary basement!) but we did go over the Hudson and through Western Pennsylvania Massachusetts.
I’ve felt bad for a while that almost no one on my Mom’s side of the family had ever met the baby, so this weekend my very kind, very patient, very good at driving through a frickin’ BLIZZARD husband chauffeured Baby Evan and I up to Rochester, New York for my grandmother’s 83rd birthday. I took a zillion pictures. This is going to be totally boring for absolutely everyone except for my family who was actually there so feel free to skip today’s post.
Wheelchairs! Just like strollers, except easier to fall out of!
With Grandpa (Great-Grandpa to Baby Evan)
We were trying to figure out what Great-Grandpa would be in Swedish, since my mom is MorMor (mother's mother). MorMorFar? FarMorMor?
With Grandma (Great-Grandma to Baby Evan)
Baby Evan and his Great-Aunt Susan (Mom's sister) at the very cute bead store where she works
Baby Evan with my cousin Jenny, who I remember as being 6 years old. Now she has a boyfriend. I think that means he pulled her pigtales on the playground.
A jaunty hat is fun for all ages!
What do you want me to do, sing and dance? I'm smiling! Throw me a french fry or two!
The view from our hotel balcony. Rochester had about two feet of snow (with more coming down) right before we got there.
No, you cannot come out of the 7th floor balcony to get a closer look at the snow.
Tags: 10 months, 2010, baby evan, family, grandparents, pictures, snow, travel, vacation