We had an unexpected family reunion this weekend. While your grandmother's funeral is never an enjoyable event, it was wonderful to have the chance to spend time with the family. Dad and his sisters and their families were all down for the weekend, and we spent most of our time at Grandpa's house. My cousin has been doing research on the family's history and had an old scrapbook from the turn of the century with articles and photos of my great-great-grandfather. We also went through boxes of pictures from the last 100 years, figuring out who everyone was, and putting together a digital record of all the pictures. I have boxes of photos and slides from Mom's side of the family back in Seattle that we're going to have to do the same thing with once I get back home. It was so interesting reading about my anscestors and learning a little more about where we're from.
The long weekend finally came to an end today. Dad and Marcy are on their way up to Seattle, driving Grandma's Buick. Wylie is pouting because we have reinstated the house rules now that Dad and Marcy have left (no more sleeping in the bed, no more jumping on the couch, etc). But we did take him to the beach today, in an effort to cheer him up. I think it worked. I give you some very poor video footage of today's adventure at
Fiesta Island:
And for those who aren't Wylie's friend on Facebook, here is my favorite Wylie video--he's very suspicious of anything new, including treats:
