We did the eggs this morning--gotta do these things where there's time.     Alicia agreed to come have lunch and join us in this endeavor.

The little girl, p.j. loves her cousin b.g. so much.   I went to the grocery store this morning for the eggs and vinegar, and when I came back and the door opened and she saw it was just me, she frowned, "Unh. b.g."   (Yah, Grandma, go 'way.)

Anyway, here she is watching videos sprawled on Tim's unmade bed in a big mess.   It's okay.  It's Friday.

 And Maria and Heather were working on sewing these crazy aprons.  Or Maria was and Heather was keeping her company.

 The eggs were hot so we put them on pot holders to minimize touching.  It worked really well, actually. They didn't roll around.  There was less breakage.

 b.g. had no interest in the eggs, actually took one look and seemed to develop a swift aversion.   He hung out in Tim's room where he likes it a lot.    Alicia says he is not into crafts of any kind.  I understand--they're not really my thing either.

 Oh my goodness, those blue eyes and perfect little lips.

And now it's Friday afternoon, and the sun is shining.    love you all so, Mom, aka Grandma