Today our grandma Nancy was in town for a few hours before she flew out to Seattle.
So we got a chance to have lunch together and catch up on the latest and greatest events.
Allie was helping Grandma make sure her flight was on time.
U know the kind of help that really isn't help.
Allie's way of putting on her socks.
For some reason she thinks this is right?
Spending time with dad before John comes with more dirt for the garden.
One of many trips of dirt this load seems to be a little bit heavier?
