Conner and Gavin came up to the lake for the weekend (and brought dad along). It was kind of a guys weekend except guess who kept butting in. (Oh, just a few hugs, stories, made a snow cave and a snowperson, among other things.)


Deer eating my bushes, but what a hello for Connor and Gavin.


They guys checked out Gooseberry Falls...still frozen on top, but leaking underneath.

Grandpa and Connor did alot of cooking--pancakes, waffles, cookies. Granny made salads. Grandpa made salmon, fresh out of the lake--which he caught with his bear hands. It jumped up to catch the bug that Grandpa had for it. Weeomp...ready for the George Foreman--yum.
There's our fabulous snowperson and two best friends.
More cookies by Connor. Which is more fun, throwing the ball up to the balcony and landing on the deer picture or cooking with Grandpa?
He played 2 games of checkers, 2 games of chinese checkers, and Yathzee with Granny Lala in the loft.

He ate the whole thing. What a guy. Talking sentences like wildfire. Smart, joyful child.

There he is in the loft...........tasting cumguets from Ann in California.
Wait til Isabel and Madeline come together for a girls weekend. Granny had to just talk to Madeline on the phone...she had her last dancing lesson..................she "just loves dancing" and plans to take more dancing after they get back from Florida. And she loves Granny as high as the sky, as high as the house, as high at hills, as high as the airplane..............as high....as our imaginations can reach.
We can't wait til Isabel and Claudia move to Minnesota............Papa Adam has a job in River Falls, which has an amazing new world of development for plastics...............and a history of many good things. A 3 M developer insisted on living in this college town..........and Greg Mortenson's mother lives there, author of Three Cups of Tea. We can't wait. wow. wow. wow.
The snow cave...Granny and Connor both fit in it. Granny had to back in. Connor is checking it out for this picture. Good thing we did all this snow fun while we could. Temps in the 50s were beckening the flow of the creeks.

















