Today Grandma Nina, Grandpa Dale, and Grandma Velma met us at the dinosaur museum at Thanksgiving Point.
It always surprises me when Corban is afraid of something. He coerced Grandma Nina into holding him on and off in the darkened rooms. I don't think she minds when a grandchild is "ccared" (scared) and wants to be huggy.
Isabelle was pointing to everything and babbling endlessly. Isabelle is becoming quite the singer. In the car we sing primary songs and such, and she has started to join Corban and me- though the words are indistinct, you can tell she is singing.