Our three young grandchildren, 9, almost 6, and just 3 are here. It was an uneventful drive, and an uneventful dinner. But bedtime is always a challenge, at least for GD1. She is nervous, high-strung, and had a tough time adjusting to changes. She’s fine, she’s just thinking too much.
Papa just laughs, or perhaps that was a chuckle. I guess I should understand this behavior. I do it, and one of our daughters did it, so I should be used to it, right?
Tomorrow is “zoo camp” for the older two. GD2 will have to ride along, and have whatever fun she can find along the way. And I did promise the library. I’m looking forward to a fun, but tiring week.