My mom just left after a whirlwind visit. It was short but packed with fun.Â She wasted no time scooping Jolie up into her arms and covering her in wet, grandma-y kisses.
On the weekend we went to the Farmer’s Market and Children’s Festival.Â Grandma bought Avelyn a cookie as big as her face.
Then we got her face painted at the festival.
A somewhat tentative butterfly.Â She really liked having her face painted but was spooked by this huge man walking around in towering stilts and a big inflatable suit.Â He was a creepy giant and seemed to follow us around the festival.Â Whenever Avelyn would spot him lumbering towards us she’d clamp onto my leg and wail, “Let’s GO HOME now!”
She also got to try her hand at painting the landscape.Â Obviously an abstract interpretation, but lovely nonetheless.
We finished the weekend off with a huge bbq with lots of friends.
It was a wonderful visit with my momma: she babysat, she tidied, she bought me coffee.Â And that, my friends, is the way to my heart.Â Watch my kids, clean my house, buy me treats.Â Not too much to ask, is it?