Living close to Grandparents has both pros and cons. Well, everything does for that matter (almost). We are close enough that they can drive up for birthday parties and soccer games, Mother's day luncheons and camp ceremonies. But they are far enough away they can't stop by on a whim. Can't join us for dinner without some planning and phone calls. They can't provide child care for date night (whatever that is!). :) But they are almost too close to send the kids away for any length of time. Both of my sets of Grandparents were in different states... and not even local states. Indiana and Arizona. While making visiting them difficult, it did make the visits that much more special and memorable and special! Did I say that already? Going to Phoenix meant we had "won" against the siblings. Sometimes, two of us went together... but never all four. So, our trips were savored. We GOT things. We DID things. We WENT places. Going to Indiana meant we learned things. We picked strawberries, played in the cornfeed, hayloft, chicken house, corn field. Saw cousins, Aunts and Uncles, ate like pigs! Grandparents can do things parents can't... or won't. And even though my own mother goes WAY overboard with my kids... I won't complain. At least not for long. Because I know that it will make memories for the kids that they too will savor years from now... when the grandparents are just memories and pictures. That being said... we sent the two little girls to Grandpa and Grandma's house for a week! They did fun stuff every day. Played hard. Ran around and visited old friends. Picked veggies from a garden. Picked blueberries with Grandpa. Ate at Mr. Cathy's restaraunt. Oh, and Grandma and Ruth made Cheerio treats multiple times. I think because they kept eating them all... they just kept making more. And as soon as they returned home, she made another batch. I don't think Grandma made them nap twice while they were there. I wish she would tell some of the stories. Ruthie and Grandpa did everything together... for they are buddies. Lydia stuck to Grandma, probably by default. Ruth even went to the dentist and entertained the hygentist while he got his teeth cleaned. There were lots of stories from the week. I finally got pictures from Grandma... so I can share. I hope one day my kids can tell stories of visiting their Grandparents' home... even though we live in the same state.
Ruthie at the piano I grew up playing... and some of the same songbooks! :)
Breakfast with Grandpa's eggs... a tradition! The BEST eggs ever!
Ruthie and Grandpa with their matching shades. The girl is not spoiled!
Lydia's peach milkshake mustache from Mr. Cathy's place.
Picking Grandpa's blueberries. These were just knee-high bushes a few years ago. 
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