Well, really we visited Dan's parents, but Little H has referred to them as Daddy's Poppa and Grandma since she was able to speak.  Dan had to work up in the Northwest last week, so we decided to make a trip out of it.  We crammed as much as we could into our time up there, and George and Judith completely wore us out.  It was a great week, topped off with a trip to the beach.  We could barely tear Little H away from the water.  We had to promise her that we'd go to the ocean again when we visit her cousins in L.A. this summer.

The only thing that could have made it better is if I hadn't lost the camera.  I lost the camera!  I can't believe I lost the camera!  I hadn't even downloaded the pictures from Buster's birthday, yet!  (That might have been for the best just so Buster doesn't see how lame his birthday actually was—the recreation will be much grander.)  I can't believe I lost the camera!  I have no idea what is wrong with me.  I told Dan that I don't understand just how he puts up with me.  I really must be missing some necessary brain gears.  I have lost/ruined/run over/spilled grease or acid on/misplaced pretty much everything of value we've ever owned.  Except the kids.  That's not true...I've probably ruined the kids but that remains to be seen.  But the camera...with the memory card.  Ugh.  Don't talk or ask me about it, though because it still makes me so mad.  The camera?  Really, Megan?

Oh, also Buster got yet another ear infection which really stunk, and we had to find somewhere that would take out insurance.  He gets tubes tomorrow, though, and I hear that they're magical.

Anyway, these pictures are courtesy of George and Judith.  Thank you guys so much!!!!