After four kids, ten moves and nearly two decades, we are still blissfully in love (most of the time) and I found myself back in the state I was born and raised in. It has definitely been a journey. In fact, on our 18th anniversary we pulled the last of our stuff up over the pass and into Montana, leaving our surprise love, Idaho, behind. But Montana is a great place. The last best place according to some. And we fully intend to explore as much of it as we can! Join us on our continued adventure through life, love and other stuff that comes with it.

Friday, July 15, 2011

That's a new one

Apparently our kids have some pretty special names for things.  Including grandparents.  We have the grandma with the black fridge and the grandma with the white fridge to start.  And then Calla has decided that my mom is "granny."  She always says it with this goofy little joyous smile on her face.  A term of endearment I guess.  It cracks her up.  It cracks me up.  And it cracks my mom up.  All of that is good.

So we're at grandma with the white fridge's house and Violet asks for some "granny crackers." 

Granny crackers:


I think we have a new permanent term around our house.
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