Grandma Jayne's Very Sad Last Week.

We made it to December! And we all felt just about like Ford because of it.

Jayne's- terribly sad- last week was a flurry of park-hopping

(this one in Potomac made all Ford's Chief Brody dreams come true),

Christmas cookie baking,

drive-thru Christmas lights (which they apparently do not have in North Dakota, but which are ridiculously gaudy and rambunctious here).

and Christmas letters inspired by COVID and gingerbread houses inspired by- apparently- a yearning for Type 2 diabetes.

Thank goodness I didn't take any tear-laden photos of Finley's 6am goodbye to Grandma at Dulles this morning. It was heart wrenching. Instead, I snapped these of her and Ford rebounding on the Billy Goat Trail (having been bribed with donuts),

and of their always-a-team-player Dad lifting everyone's spirits by squeezing himself into a two-story slide at the Adventure Park.

We have had a great six weeks, and it's time for us to barrel into the holidays doing what everyone else is doing: games in front of the fire while frantically last-minute Amazon prime-ing Christmas gifts and guzzling wine. (Not pictured.) 

Cheers!