Grandma Burnett spent the first out-of-hospital week with us. It sure was a joy to have her around -- not just because she baked bread every day, or took plenty of turns changing diapers, or saw to it that neither dirty dish nor crumby floor ever besmirched our kitchen on her watch, but because her company is such a pleasure. We got her addicted to Ninja Warrior, as I had long suspected we might. She explored the wooded hills behind our house where dwell the black bears who raid my garbage barrel. She borrowed my mountain bike and went charging up the streamside trail. We did a little exploring by Jeep. She was great company for The Lovely Sophia, and she got some good hang time with the Boy. We were very sorry to see her leave.
The nice thing was that Grandpa Burnett, Aunt Chrissy, and Great Aunt Di came to pick her up over the weekend. On Sunday evening we all gathered around our bed, sprawling-family style, some kneeling, some seated, looking at old photos, reminiscing, visiting, and opening gifts brought from home (Thanks, gift givers! You haven't heard the last of us). It was the pleasantist time I've had in ages. We even ate black-raspberry ice cream cones.
Great Aunt Di ratchets up the favorite-aunt competition.
Grandpa Burnett almost loses some fingers.
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