Mum and Dad came over to our house the next day and we planned a nice lazy day for them while they adjusted to US time. We invited Bill’s parents over to the house too and decided to have our first bbq of the year.
After Mum and Dad had had their fix of Sam in the morning and I’d pulled myself together sufficiently we left the boy with his daddy and went to the Dekalb Farmer’s Market for supplies. That’s always a fun place to take the folks and Dad loves to go play with the fish in the tanks there.
Grandma and Grandpa arrived in the last afternoon from Milledgeville and the cooking commenced with Bill in charge. I was quite bad and sat back and let him do all the hard work while I loafed on the sofa and played proud mum with the grandparents. It’s been over a month since Sam saw the Allen grandparents in the hospital and he’s changed so much since then.
Mum had also brought over a pile of old Kay photos that had been given to my Nanna and Grandad Hayton, so we spent a while going through those with Fran and trying to see if we could spot any resemblances to Sam in the pictures. Bill will be happy to know that it’s possible he may have my frown and not his afterall! Great.
I think it was only the second time we’ve had guests to feed at our house as it’s so small and usually in such a state that we’ve avoided having anyone around as it’s so difficult to work with, not to mention embarrassing. WIth the new kitchen it was a lot easier to cope with visitors though and Bill did a grand job as bbq master.
As the evening drew close Mum and Dad were flagging with jet lag but Sam did a sterling job of managing to hold their attention and keep them awake.
All in all it was a lovely day and we really should stop being hermits and have guests again some time.
Oh, Mum contributed a dessert which she’d cunningly bought at the Farmer’s Market. It was a delicious fruit tart with a delicious assortment of fresh fruits set on top of confectioner’s custard. It was tasty and went down very well. To go with this we’d bought a Squirty Bertie (can of whipped cream to those who don’t speak my dad’s language). When everyone left Bill gleefully grabbed the can and squirted it straight into his mouth stuffing his cheeky grinning face. Through the giggles, I suddenly felt very much like my mum chiding my dad and Sy when they pull stuff like that.