This past weekend we spent some time with my family. The artistry of which will take up at least two separate posts.
We saw two of my aunts and my grandmother. Here she is with her youngest great-grandchild (94 and 6 mos).
The kids have been spending time with the stray that has adopted us. Ichabod, a.k.a. Mr. Icky. He has had a rough time of life so far. I am feeling ambivalent toward him. I feel bad for him, but not sure I want him around.