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Peaches, Blood, and Politics

Warning: If you're squeamish about the sight of blood, do not finish this post.

I'm rather behind on our life events. Or rather, I'm behind on documenting them here.  It's not that I don't want to.  In fact, did you remember that September is National Sewing Month?  That's how serious the situation is.  I'm so behind that I'm not even giving a half-hearted celebration for the best month long celebration!  You can always check out my September archives from 2009 and 2010 to learn how to read Japanese sewing patterns or make a scalloped table cloth.  Last year I was celebrating getting a 2 week overdue baby here.

But there is still lots of celebrating going on over here.  My parents came for a few days to be here for Olive's baptism.  More on that later.

They brought us a suitcase full of Allred's peaches, just in season.

My dad took the kids on his traditional dollar store spending spree.

They'll even randomly bring it up throughout the year, The next time grampa comes, will he take us to the dollar store? I think it's the idea that they get to go to a store and buy absolutely anything they want that makes it so fun.  It's always interesting to see what they bring home.

I wanted to get a shot of the 6 of them walking to make their dollar store trip and ran out the door with camera, but without shoes.  I knew the instant I stubbed my toe that it was going to be bad, but didn't look until I could no longer see the baby dills skipping down the street.  Aah, such a die hard blogger, right? ;)

Azure bought some extra locks, which she so kindly shared with my dad, who doesn't have much of his own these days.

Mr. Mitt Romney happened to be in our neck of the woods, so we decided to go pay him a visit.  Except we couldn't even see him.  This was the best I could do:

And friends, this is not a political blog.  I do not try to persuade anyone to vote one way or another, but to vote for whom they believe will lead America down the best road for the next 4 years, so please keep comments kind if you have differing views.  I only try to persuade people to sew more ;)

We donned our red, white, blue, and faux hair and braved the heat, 

some happier than others about the idea.

They were rewarded with chocolate shake, 

and then my mom made her flourless, fat-free(!?!) chocolate morsels of a cookie.  Goodness?  Yes.

I need to get that recipe from her.

Ryan commented how my mom is always serving.  Whenever you look at her and she is quietly doing something for someone else, taking time from what she might prefer to be doing to listen to or help someone else.  I need to get that recipe from her, too.

Grampa, on the other hand, was busy teaching the baby dills to eat cookies with their feet up on the table, making crumbs, the bigger the mess, the better.

But one thing I admire most about both of them is they will keep their opinions to themselves when they're here unless asked for, and I'm sure they could offer countless words of wisdom, and we do beg them to tell us how to be better parents, but it's never pushed on us or unsolicited.  They trust us as parents.  

We miss it all, already.