A selfie with my gramma. The bestest, most bad-ass, kick-ass chick I know.

I mean, really, she went through three miserable pregnancies, one of which that resulted in my mom. She’s been married for 58ish years to the same OCD, ex-navy, retired man. She hand quilts blankets big enough to be a bedspread for a queen-sized bed. She drives to and fro Big Bear to the Inland Empire in a huge Tahoe. She just recently had a stent put in by her heart. Oh and around her 76th birthday she rode Thunder Mountain Railroad at Disneyland. And she just knows things.

There are many other things that make her awesome, but if she reads this she’ll blush, say “oh” turn her face to hide the blush and swat her hand. She might even cry a little. Hehe :)

Yep, love this woman. Soooo incredibly much.

Back from the vacation on the ocean to Orange County for some indoor swimming lessons.

This is what I left on Friday for vacation. Well, I woke them up first and then their daddy came to pick him up, but oh the sweet innocence of the sleeping. I really didn’t want to wake them, but alas, it was a must.