Bye Grandpa!

We were so fortunate to have a last minute visit from my dad this Thanksgiving. He was able to carpool over with a friend of his who has family in West Linn, so he arrived on Wednesday and left yesterday morning. Jenica warmed up to her Grandpa right away and loved bringing him books to read while sitting on his lap. It was very cute!

We spent Thanksgiving with my Grandma's sister Karen, her husband Al and their two daughters Ceil and Kelly at their beautiful home in Albany, Oregon. The food was absolutely delicous and the company was even better.

My dad and Rob also put new flooring in the kitchen and laundry room of our rental house in Molalla, so the weekend was a little more work and less relaxing for them that it was for me, but the end result turned out great. Thanks guys for a job well done!

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Joi said…
It looks like she's reading in the first picture... lol
December 1, 2009 at 3:06 PM
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