Last month, Ruth had some special visitors. Both sets of grandparents made an appearance! My parents came down just in time to babysit while I failed my glucose test. Luckily, my midwife gave me an additional few days to try to purge my body of all that sugar and retest again… which I passed. Barely.

Before I left for the glucose test of doom (in which I had to eat 27 jelly beans – poor little Carolyn! NOT.), my parents came to take over during Ruthie’s breakfast. She couldn’t stop staring at my mom. Probably because she couldn’t tell which gray headed lady at the table was her mom or grandma.
Then she turned to look at grandpa who had immediately fallen asleep on the couch. Morning, dad.
She quickly turned back to tell us Shhhhhh because Papa was sleeping. Can’t you see, you women??
Mom made the unfortunate mistake of speaking again, which resulted in Ruthie yelling at us with even more force to SHHHHHHH!
Mom didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
So instead chose to just obey like a good little grandma.
Ruth sure does love bossing us around.

The next weekend, Ryan’s parents came down to watch Ruth during our little jaunt. Somehow, not one photo was taken with our short time with them, but I did later take photos of something given to Ruthie from her Jama.

She made her a felt dress up doll! And yes, I squealed.
But even better than that, she included in the accessory pile a picture of Ruth’s face. We laugh every time it makes an appearance.
But it always gets taken off a la guill0tine while searching for outfits to wear.
Slowly making a decision…
And finally, my favorite scene:
Lay off the bubbles and tie-dye, Ruth. This ain’t no Burning Man festival.

Thank you so much Jama!