When Avery was ready to get the party started even before the sun had thought about making an appearance this morning, I informed her that it was TOO early to get up. And Tate, in his scolding whisper said, "you have to wait til early's over, Avery." Then, turning to me, "when is early over, Grandma?" And then I couldn't go back to sleep, wrestling with that deep philosophical question. When is early over?
They had to cut their visit short, as Tate had other social engagements to keep. They squeezed in one birthday party here before heading home for a second one. Lane decided he needed one sucker for the road...
And then, if one extra sucker is good, two extra must be perfect.
