Friday morning at 6:45 am, I got an alert on my phone: Tornado warning. I never paid a lot of attention to alerts like these when we lived in a house. We were steps from a windowless room in the basement where we would be safe. But we are a lot more vulnerable in the tin box in which we live now. So Bob and I scooped up our two grandchildren, Quinn and Ben, waking them from a sound sleep, and ran through the driving rain to my daughter's house next door. In a mere fifteen minutes, the threat had passed, Quinn's tears had been dried, and we were able to return to our home on wheels.
Quinn and Ben have been enjoying what we like to call "GrandCamp" this week. They get to sleep over, go fun places, and try new foods (tamarinds) and old favorites (s'mores) that are saved for visits with Grandma and Pop.
Quinn enjoyed learning how to weave on an inkle loom.
Franklin Institute was a big hit!
They made new friends at Atsion Lake.
At Insectropolis in Toms River, NJ they were able to pet a millipede, a hissing cockroach, a scorpion, and a tarantula.
They enjoyed a rousing game of miniature golf.
And they capped off their GrandCamp by going to Eve's fourth birthday party at a pool. Whew! We have the evening off, then we will have our eldest grandchild, Rob, for a few days. It's early to bed for us tonight!
Trisha, You and DH are Blessed in your Golden Years !
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