Grandma Sunny

My paternal grandmother came down for Eliza's blessing. We chose Eliza's middle name--Mae--after her. She moved up to Bremerton (WA, where the rest of my family lives) last year so now we get to see her more often. My great-aunt is moving up there next month and once they're all settled in, Grandma has invited me to stay the night with her. What kind of crazy 80-something-year-old invites two crying babies to stay the night? Grandma said she figures she'll probably get kicked out of her old people housing since they're not so kid-friendly, but she doesn't seem to care. I think when you've lived that long you can sort of do whatever you want!

Grandma is an old pro at hosting big dinners so she jumped right in and helped with the prep. We had homemade enchiladas (including homemade enchilada sauce) and tacos. We tried to get Dave to serve himself before everyone else. See, when I was pregnant with Eliza and Jerel and I were already arguing over names, Dave suggested the name Eliza. Neither of us hated it, so Dave said if we ended up using "his" name then he wanted to be first in line for food at the blessing. But when it came down to it, he let all the kids eat first, so I guess we still owe him a dinner for saving our marriage (naming Isaiah was near disastrous for us).