I've been in Pennsylvania at my grandmother's farm for a week plus while the top comes off of my house and is put back at a higher elevation aka we're putting on a full second story aka we won't be sharing a bedroom with London anymore. Cue the heavenly choir.
So London and I got out of there for the really noisy, really dirty, really cold part. We'll be gone for about another two weeks. She just started getting officially homesick. She's had some moments of acting out where I could just tell it was because she missed her routine, but the other night she was being pretty ornery at bedtime and she finally plops down the bed and says "I just want to go back to my house in New Hampshire. I want to go home..." And she started crying. I felt so awful. But I'm trying to keep her busy by going to the park here, walking to the pond, we had a bonfire and Mexican food party last night... Here's hoping the time flies!
As you can imagine, I'm not taking pictures of my home's metamorphosis but I have been shooting pictures of our adventures.
Her "speedy motorcycle"
London and Edyn playing with glasses...
So at dinner time London was being picky. Edyn walks over, grabs London's fork and starts tuckin' in! I say "London, look. Edyn is eating your dinner. Maybe you should." London pats her on the back and says "Thanks Edyn..."
On the dock at the pond...
Talk to you soon!