Well it ain't Kansas

But my goodness it is cold, and somewhat dreary looking — no spring flowers, budding trees yet.  But my goodness it does have cute grandkids.  Wrapped up as here.  Luke keeps his hands in the pockets of his jumpsuit, he doesn't like gloves.  Patt and I are visiting Grand Forks where winter is reportedly (according to the natives) on its way out, and the snow is obviously melting, hence the grave rather dismal looking piles of gray stuff all about town.. --

 There are still plenty of fields with the crunchy white stuff left in a nearby park that we enjoyed on a brisk, make that very brisk, walk this morning.

I think the snow is evaporating with the wind rather than melting from the heat of the day.  John Paul will agree with me.

Here Patt is helping him navigate around some "black ice" that does in a Raleigh driver so quickly on Glenwood Avenue.

The boys were enraptured watching a video of their cousin Raleigh that Jen sent Grandmamamamama.  Both Luke and John Paul use multiple mammamamamas on the end of Grand for Patt's name.  (and yes she likes it).   For a while they also called me Grandmamamamama too and that was OK, but we are now getting to a more traditional Grandaddy.  Occasionally it gets multiple syllables at the end, but not like the maternal grandparent.

Reading time — yes I can label a photo

and playing with the train set

and most of us are playing with the train set

Julianna rocked Luke for a while to help with the chaos, as did Grandmamamama

this is while we were in charge of the house and the parental units were out on a date— we were baby sitting, fed 'em dinner, played, read, and put 'em to bed, and it is time to watch some basketball on the  tee vee.