They have arrived *the parents* and I am still around to tell the tale. I survived my parents’ arrival, the last week of school, a preschool graduation, the packing up and sending off of a husband overseas, a spewing toddler (is Jack still considered a toddler or is he a preschooler even if he doesn’t go to preschool?), two crazy late nights of too much of a good thing, and well, life. And it is all good.

The children have been over the moon excited with the arrival of their grandparents. Isn’t it amazing how they can have such a bond and such a love for someone they really only get to see once or twice a year? I’m most definitely second fiddle around here at the moment.

We are all learning to mesh here again. If you think about it, my folks and I haven’t stayed under the same roof for this amount of time since I was in highschool. Crazy!