The Greatest Catch

Dear Laney,

While we don't know if we're ever going to sell this house, Grandma Sue is encouraging us to use the power of positive thinking and go ahead and pack our stuff like a move is imminent. In the meantime, Peg Peg looks at all of our stuff and says, "Y'all need to purge." So we listened to both schools of thought, and invited Grandma Sue over for a pack-or-purge weekend. Actually, we totally begged her to come help, and she was crazy enough to show up.

You two started the day by whipping us up a pre-packing power breakfast.

While Sue and I were busy getting things ready for a future yard sale, you "helped out" by eating popsicles, hiding behind the front door, and shouting "BOO!"

I would say this made you the morning's Least Valuable Player, but then your dad started modeling stuff that's been packed away in storage.

We worked 'til almost dinnertime in the 93 degree heat (a.k.a. 50 degrees warmer than your dad likes it, and 10 degrees cooler than it was in Alabama this week). We decided we had all earned a trip down to the river to cool off.

We all made up a game where your dad would let you float on the current and I would pretend I was reeling in a big fish when you came by and snatch you up. You thought this was great fun.

FYI, the "Greatest Catch" title of this post doesn't apply to you being the cutest pretend fish in the world. It refers to your dad in that wetsuit.

Hands off, ladies. He's allll mine.

Love,

Mom