My parents came up for the weekend and we fed them some of the famous purple rice. (Thanks to mominpa for helping me solve the purple rice mystery. From the comments here and the links provided on other forums, I think it is Black Thai rice.) We decided that it puts all of its originality into color, as the flavor is bland, and the consistency gelatinous. My children are so entranced with the color though, I may put a small amount in with our other rice from time to time.
Back to my parents visit: although the visit was brief, it was a delight. The children read to the grandparents, the grandparents read to the children, we visited and laughed… and it was a lovely, cozy, family time. It was fun hearing about all the projects my parents are doing, and all the reasons they arent doing the projects they wish they were. (Doesnt that sound like the story of ALL our lives?)
The grandchildren enjoyed the extra attention. Keegan got to sit on Grandpas lap through church this morning. That little boy of mine is a hair puller! The scheming little rascal sat with Grandma and Grandpa one row behind the rest of the family. He’d thrust himself forward on Grandpas lap, then grab hold of the chair in front of him, pulling himself forward until he could snatch a fist full of big-sister-Kairas long hair. Then, with a big laugh, and a mischievous gleam in his eye, hed yank! Kaira was very tolerant, and adores Keegan, but the the ornery little cutie does it to Mommy too.
Last night he pulled himself up to standing alongside my chair. Before I realized he had my hair, he gave a victorious tug! It reminds me of the braid-in-the-ink-well stories Ive heard. What is it with boys and pulling hair? Im going to need to get him trained out of this habit pronto.
After church today my parents took us out to Red Lobster. Likely they were just dreading having to eat sprouts, millet, purple rice or some other odd food yet again and figured a restaurant was a wise investment.
Seriously, they took us out to eat just to be generous! What fantastic parents/grandparents.
Well, Ive got the week’s lessons to map out, and the sun is setting on another Sunday.