Mother’s Day began with a call from Grant, then one from Jeb. We went to Mass at 9 a.m., then packed to go to the beach. Grant, Jami, Fiona and Michael are at Treasure Island at the Sand Pebble Resort. I asked Betty and Elise and Robby to come over for the afternoon & have supper with us, and I also invited Eric, David and Andrew to go with us. Carol & Bob were going to a Christening in the afternoon and could not go. So we picked up the boys at noon and Bob in his miraculous way, heated us each a hamburger, dressed each one as we ordered, microwaved them, wrapped inidivdually in foil, and put our initial on each one. We left there in 15 minutes with lunch. On the way over, Ted called me for Mother’s Day. We had a good time on the beach and at the pool in the afternoon. Eric loved throwing frisbee with Uncle Grant. Michael loved crawling naked in the sand and eating sand and shells, Fiona loved digging a sand city with Andrew, David enjoyed becoming an Aboriginee. Jami loved her flowers. Betty & Elise did not stay for supper, but the rest of us were there. I took a crock pot of spaghetti and a zip lock of noodles and salad fixings and some wonderful beer bread and sour dough bread to dip in olive oil and herbs (which I also took). For desert, we had graham crackers and peanut butter. We had the boys home by 8:30, in time to finish homework before going to bed. I think Robby enjoyed all of the confusion and we enjoyed having him.
Mom, Julie, Gramalie
