After the smoke clears (literally) from our dishwasher fire, we'll post a complete account of that not-so-pleasant experience. But first, the good news! After two lovely nights in Aunt Martha's basement, the kids and I fled to Florida, using our tickets already booked for a visit in April, and crossing our fingers that the change fees would be covered by insurance - which they will be - phew! It took exactly 12 hours for Grandpapa B to get the kids started with water play in the backyard. So here they are, happy as can be, putting the whole ordeal behind them as only kids can. Cheers!
2 comments:
Cuties!!!
I can see why the kids prefer this to my basement.
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