Leah spent the weekend at Grandpa and Grandma Loverink's while Mom was away basking on the sandy, white beaches of Pensacola Beach, Florida, and Dad worked. The report from Grandpa and Grandma was that everything went absolutely wonderful. Or so the report went. But she came back in one piece, and we thank God for that. Thanks for the help Tom and Vicki! After Dad picked her up, we visited with Grandpa and Grandma Thoms, Great-Grandma Ardus, and Aunt Jenny. After soaking up the love and playing with Great-Grandma's bears, it was off to Grandpa and Grandma Robran's for a pre-bedtime cocktail. We enjoyed the smells of the Robran household as it prepared for the church soup and pie bizarre, and we saw Grandpa Kent come in from his element, farming. Apparently a dirty Grandpa Kent is more appealing than a clean one, because Leah seemed to take to Grandpa a little more kindly this time than in the past. We'll keep working on it Grandpa.
Although we made it back from Freeborn county alive, Leah ended up with a case of pink eye, and on top of it all, an ear infection. Grandparents must be a sickly bunch. So mom got to stay home an extra day, and her adopted Great-Grandma Mickey (our neighbor) will watch her tomorrow. But we'll make it through because we're Robrans, and gosh darn-it, we're survivors!
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