visitors

My guests, Grandma Betty and Papa Geary, were just arriving from California this time last week. They drove all the way here just to see how cute I am. It was a short but busy visit. We ate. (It turns out that they also love pecan pie and ice cream.) We played. (Building, I am always building.) We swam. (Brrrrr. It was a chilly 92 degrees. But I would gladly swim in the Arctic Ocean.) We played a bit of golf. (Mini golf at Barton Creek Resort.) And then they departed just as suddenly as they arrived. This is a photo of me saying goodbye to Grandma Betty.

I am still adjusting to my school schedule and, most days, I am sleepier than anything. Like clockwork, I have gone back to crying upon arrival in the morning. They warned us that I would have three joyous weeks of school and then the tears would start again. Well, I am delighted to be there; I just don't like getting there in the morning.

My dad has taken me to school a few times lately because my mom has had one appointment after another. But he sticks closely to our routine. Arrive at 8:09. Turn the car off. Read to me while we wait for Mary to come out promptly at 8:15 to escort me into school. I was a bit disappointed one day this week when my mom came to pick me up instead of my dad. My dad can very easily be talked into a trip to Central Market for snacks after school. My mom will sometimes surprise me with a bagel from Central Market but mostly she takes me directly home to make lunch and so I can sleep all afternoon.