A Love of My Life- BooK CLuB!

As Travis is THE love of my life, I had to title this post just, A love of my life. But it's a pretty big love. I have been an addict of books for my entire life. My favorite place in the world as a kid was the Mesa Public Library (come to find out it was my twin sister's WORST place to go- right up there with the dreaded "Potteryland" [a creepy lot on Main St. filled with old pottery- not like we ever actually went there but still a place that haunts her memory apparently]) I remember asking what the limit was on books that I could check out and maxing out that limit every time. And even though it made me car sick, I would have my nose in the latest BabySitter's Club, or Sweet Valley Twins on the ride home. Reading has always been one of my favorite things to do. It even trumps sleeping in some cases. When it was time for bed and I just couldn't put down Nancy Drew, I would stuff it under my shirt, sneak in the bathroom and read as long as possible, until I was afraid my mom would suspect something and come bust me. (She thinks this is funny by the way because she doesn't remember me doing this- or really caring that I would read so late, for that matter) And I wonder if my dad remembers finding me crying at the kitchen table around 5am one morning during my junior year, as he's headed off to work for the day. I was finishing Gone With the Wind, and just HAD to finish it before going to bed. Luckily it was Spring Break and I didn't have school the next day!

So when I heard about a Book Club that some girls in the ward/neighborhood started, I was thrilled! I joined last fall and have only missed one book so far, due to a little 7lb 14oz munchkin that took up more time than I had anticipated in March! I finally got to host the monthly meeting last Thursday at my house and we had the best time. We were discussing Rachel's pick, These Is My Words, and had a great discussion. Collin was in bed before it started, so Trav took off for a while, then came home and hunkered down in the basement. Later, he told me that as he passed by the living room he heard a comment begin like, "Well I think the author meant .....". He kind of snickered as he told me this and I was left puzzled. "What's so funny about that?" Apparently the idea of a bunch of women gathered around discussing a book is quite humorous to him, in and of itself. I was indignant! I've dealt with Shelley's snickering about my books my whole life, but now my husband! Well, he quickly backtracked, assuring me he thought it was great that I loved it so much and he's happy that I'm in book club, blah blah blah, but he just thinks it's kinda funny. So maybe some of you reading this would side with Travis and understand where he's coming from, but I don't get it AT ALL. What's so different about discussing a book as opposed to talking about the latest movie you saw? Anyway, I guess us intellectuals are just not always understood. Haha.

I had to take a pic of all the pregnant ladies....

So I'm going to do just a quick summary/ opinion of the books we've read over these past several months.

These is My Words

I absolutely LOVED this book! It's a fictional story based loosely on the author's great- grandma's diary. It about a woman named Sarah Prine and takes place in the late 1800's in Arizona Territory. I think this book has it all, adventure, romance, tragedy, and comedy. I just can't fathom the trials that pioneers faced. It reminded me again to be grateful for the luxeries I take for granted such as modern medicine, technology, and travel. Excellent read!

The Five People You Meet in Heaven
I had read this book once before, several years ago, but I have the memory of a gnat, so I read it again. I enjoyed it, but wouldn't say it's a favorite. I think the message is that you affect people every day, even if you don't know it, and they affect you. I also think it reminds us to be happy with our lives even if we don't feel like we have contributed to the world in astounding ways. Ultimately, our lives affect the world if big ways, we just don't always see how far our impact goes.

I thought this book was a little odd. I plodded through it, but didn't really get too into it. It's told in a fable sort of way. It's about a boy seaking his "treasure". We're reminded that we all have our own destiny that we need to fulfill in life and to not get side tracked or swayed from reaching our destiny. I think books like this would mean more to me if I didn't have the gospel in my life. It seems that if you don't have religion or direction in your life, you might be more inspired by this book. To me it was just ho hum.

The Alchemist

This was a pretty thick book and one that took me several chapters before I really got into it. But by the time I finished it, I didn't want it to end! I had grown quite attached to Francie Nolan. It's a story about a girl growing up in Brooklyn in the late 1800's, early 1900's. It delvs into social issues, race and poverty. It's a fictional story, but the author grew up in Brooklyn during the same time period, so it's based off of her background and observances from her childhood. I guess it's a book that is often assigned in high school English classes, which I think is great. Every teenager in America should read this book and be reminded of how lucky they are to get an education and how valuable it is. I read it shortly after our trip to New York City, so I think that really helped me visualize a lot of the settings in the book. There were definitely some really weird parts that I just didn't understand, but overall I thought it was fantastic and would read it again!

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

This was my first Jody Picult book and I found it very intruging. I guess she's known for her controversial topics and surprise endings and this story certainly fit the bill! It's about a family that genetically "created" a baby to fit their oldest daughter who has cancer. The purpose being that the baby's blood/genes/cells would match her sister's and therefore be a perfect donor, when needed. Well the baby grows up and basically sues her parents for the rights to her own body, so she doesn't have to donate the latest request, a kidney. It was a really compelling story and at first I was excited to find out about the movie they are making about it, but I don't know if I can go see it! It just looks too sad. I tear up whenever I see a preview, so I know it would be a major bawl fest if I actually saw the whole thing. I think my hormones have taken a turn for the worst with the birth of Collin!

My Sister's Keeper

Well after My Sister's Keeper, I decided to read Nineteen Minutes. (The next four books weren't part of book club- just books I decided to read inbetween) This is about a boy who is bullied so badly, all through elementary, junior high, and high school, that he ends up "shooting up" his high school. The book works in flashbacks, revealving the boy's tormented life and his final breakdown. Even while it was a page turner, I found it so hard to read in parts. Well, most parts! My heart ached for the poor kid and of course it ends so badly. It was one of those books that you're not sure if it was worth it to read it, because of how sad it is! However, I kind of think all teenagers should read it, so they understand how even a little teasing can really affect someone's life. It definitely teaches compassion, which high schools certainly lack these days.

Nineteen Minutes

Pope Joan

This was a pretty long book also, but definitely a page turner. I thought it was very feministic. It was graphic in parts though, which made it hard for me to read. It's set in the 9th century and blows the mind with how backward the world was then. Everything was "God's will" and no one used reason. Women were considered beyond inferior, and were refused any type education. Rape wasn't a crime because men could do whatever they wanted and it was always justified. I think my hormones probably played a role in my repulsion of some parts which makes it hard for me to recommend this book to others, although I'm sure most people would consider it a great book.

The O'Reilly Factor
Well, I so admire my cousin, Leah, for being so political and I wanted to make an attempt to join her! We don't have cable, and therefore no access to Fox News, so I decided to read the O'Reilly Factor. It was a lot of fun to read his opinions and his stories poking fun at celebrities and many ridiculous aspects of living in America, but I don't know that I learned much about politics....

A Mother's Book of Secrets

My mother-in-law gave me this book for Mother's Day and I'll be honest, I wasn't thrilled about reading it. I guess I thought it would be sappy or full of "fluffy" advice, but I have to admit, I really enjoyed it! There were some funny stories, interesting ideas, and great advice. I'm glad I own it now, because I'll want to reread it in five to ten years and use all the neat ideas that are more applicable to older kids and bigger families.

Let Freedom Ring!

Yea for the Fourth of July! I feel so blessed to live in this country. What an enormous blessing!

Today was so much fun, I couldn't have planned it any better. And the icing on the cake.... Hawaii is still in one piece! Thanks, North Korea, for not blowing us up!

Trav and I started off the day with a little jog around the neighborhood. It was beautiful weather- topping out at 68 degrees- not exactly summer weather, but we enjoyed it! Then we had some friends over to eat brunch. We made waffles topped with red, white, and blue- strawberries, whipped cream, and blueberries.

Here's Collin sporting his festive outfit. Grandma Evans sent the hat in a package we got this week.
Collin got his first "sunburn" this morning while we ate outside. Crazy because we were only out for less than an hour and it wasn't even sunny! So I put a dab of aloe gel on his head, and spiked up his hair in the process. :)

After brunch, Collin went down for a nap and so did we! Then we visited a new family in the ward whose starting dental school this year. His wife had a baby boy on March 27 so they're just two weeks apart.

We also joined in watching the morbid spectatorship of Nathan's Hot Dog Eating Contest. I couldn't help but think of the old mother adage "There are starving children in Africa!" while Chestnut and others put down 50 + hotdogs in 10 minutes. Of course, first they dunk them in water or other concocted liquids before shoving them down their sordid throats. *Insert dry heaving noise* But gosh darn, aren't we proud that an American won this patriot- waste- of- time competition?!

Then tonight we went to our ward BBQ at the Stake Center. It turned out to be really fun and we got to visit with a lot of people. And nothing beats free food, right? :) And best yet, I finally got to play some Kan Jam! Thanks to Creed for bringing it!

I had to snap a pic of Briste with her new baby, Ivy. She is so adorable!

Then we went to watch the fireworks with the Cardons in a field near our house. There were at least four different displays going on around us and we had a great time just visiting and watching the sky. You can even see some fireworks in the background on the right. Last year, we went to this exact same spot and Tiff was 9 months pregnant and ended up going into labor that night. So Maddie's first birthday is tomorrow!

So the Collinator got to bed a bit later than usual, but he didn't seem to mind one bit! As long as he got a kiss from Dad :)

One Year In The Buff

Can you believe it?! I can't. It's now been one year since we left the land of the sun for the frozen tundra of the east. And you know, we've actually had a blast. However, there were just a few things we had to adjust to once we began our lives in the Buff....

First of all, the obvious- four seasons! We went from summer green....

to beautiful fall....

to just plain miserble! Yeah, I think I'll just change the name from winter to miserable. It fits.

To Spring! The tulips were wimpy and didn't last through one windy day, but now we have roses a bloomin'!

And right along with nature comes... wildlife! Yes, I'll call it that because I didn't see furry creatures like this in AZ unless we were camping or up north. It was SO WEIRD to me to see squirrels running along the trees like they lived here or something. Trav had been here a week before I moved out, and probably the second day I mentioned to him how I had seen a squirrel and "isn't that crazy??" He said, "Yeah, but have you seen the bunnies?" I laughed out loud. And then I said, "Oh yeah, right! Like there are BUNNIES just hopping around! What, do you really think I'd fall for that one?" Well I guess I should have, because he was telling the truth. It's like living in a storybook or something. EXCEPT for....

these nasty creatures!! Oh yes, this is a centipede. And I have yet to take a pic of a live one in our house, but the dead ones just don't give you the full effect. There is a dead one in our basement right now that looks just like this picture. It's disturbing. I literally have goosebumps all over my body just looking at this! It gives me the willies! I seriously think they are more evil than scorpions. And they are FAST! That's actually the best part about winter, no more centipedes! Blah!

Ok, other adjustments. Well if this gives you any hints.... this is the book section of Walmart. There are maybe two sections of just regular books, then about four sections dedicated to African Americans. I know I'm going to sound naive slash stupid, but after a week out here I told Trav I wish I could take a picture of how many black people are out here! It's just that, living in AZ there are tons of Mexicans and it was weird to not see any for weeks- it's like they switched places. Sorry that this not PC, but it's the truth!

BUG! I HATE toll booths! Just to drive to Palmyra it costs about $7 in tolls. And out here they don't call them "freeways", they call them "thruways". We thought that was weird until we realized... well, they certainly aren't "free", so I guess thats why they're "thruways". Maybe they should just call them "payways". Bad joke.

And this was the price of gas last summer on July 1. Western NY is known for having some of the highest gas prices in the COUNTRY! Ridiculous.

One thing we LOVE about this place is Wegmans (or Wegelmans, as Trav calls it). It's the bomb. And it was rated #1 grocery store in the nation, when compared with 59 other chains across the country. It even beat out Trader Joes. They have the best sub sandwiches and just check out their candy isle! And that's only one side of it. This place will be sorely missed when we have to move. They definitely need to expand to the west coast.A negative aspect of grocery shopping... no corn tortillas! We searched and searched. We're used to the bread isle having a plethera of tortillas to choose from. Not here. A few measly bags of flour tortillas. We finally found some in the sparse "Mexican" section, on the bottom shelf, waaaay in the back. Buffalo is also lacking in good Mexican restaurants. What I wouldn't give for a Gecko Grill....

And exactly one year ago I found out I was pregnant with this little guy! Life has just never been the same since July 1, 2008. What a blessing!

Food, Food, Food, and oh yeah, More Father's Day!

Well it only took a year, but last Friday we finally went to our first Buffalo Fish Fry! They seem to be quite popular and we read that a place called Mississippi Mudds, out in Tonawanda, was the place to go. Turns out, the fish fry is at a restaurant called Old Man River, a block away. And yes, you order your seafood from the "Omr's Seafood Shack." I don't know how it passes food inspection regulations, as it looked less than sparkly inside, but I just tried not to think about it!

A shot of the place from across the street.On the other side of the street is a big river (not sure which one) and there's lots of families and activity going on. It made me feel like I was in San Diego.

Here's Trav and the Carters... Denyse is, as you say, "the biggest hater of seafood EVER" but said the chicken sandwich was good :)

And the fish was great! Ryan thought it was a bit too breaded, but I liked it and would go back again.

As usual, Collin wanted food too (the nerve) and so I walked across the street to sit under a tree and nurse. I thought I was fairly secluded, but many families passed by, throwing frisbees and walking their dogs. They didn't seem to mind me much, which was nice since I usually feel like I have leprosy or something when it's time to feed Collin. I'm usually banished to someplace far far away :)

So Trav and I agree that we have a bit of a bad habit. Going out to eat. It's like our favorite thing to do. I would even say I enjoy it more that shopping *Gasp* Not WAY more, but more. We usually try to keep it to just once a week, generally on the weekend, but last weekend we splurged and ate out again on Satuday. Don't judge us too harshly! Travis finished his last day of school for 6 weeks (Hooray!) and it was the night before Father's Day, so I thought we should celebrate by going somewhere that Trav has had his eyes on since we moved here. That's right, Jack Astors. It's ok to say it. That's his favorite part :)

It's was pretty good (45 min. wait- so other's must agree), but the menu isn't extensive unless you're a drinker. Don't know if we'll go back, but we had to try it at least once!

So on Father's Day we did dinner a bit differently than usual... we made sushi rolls. The Cardon's introduced us to this and we love it. Well, I loved it- I think Trav did too. I just bought crab meat and the seaweed sheets and made sticky rice and walaa! Of course the best part was the avacado and cream cheese and dipping it in soy sauce tinted with Wasabi. A little untraditional for Father's Day, but what the hay?!

Being Trav's first Father's Day I felt it was appropriate to get him... that's right, a tie! Trav quite likes ties and is a fan of the striped genre, as you can see. Well, I looked and looked and just kept going back to the paisley ones. Now I know for sure he won't wear pink so I got him a blue paisley one (it's in the center) and I guess I'll just have to keep working on the whole "pink phobia" thing. I think he likes it, even if it's out of his comfort zone. He's good about stuff like that. Unlike my dad, who claims that my mom trying to buy him a tie would be like him trying to buy her a bra. I told you he was all about the analogies! :) And then Collin and I collaborated on a little crafty/wall hanging/decoration. It's stellar, I know. But I think it has a child-like quality which is totally what I was going for. At least that's what I'll say. I didn't emphasize it much in the previous post, but I really do think Trav is such a good dad. I could tell that before we even had a baby though. And while I may have to remind him that babies are not toys (thanks mom), I'm glad he's with me on this whole "parenting adventure" we signed up for. :)

Father Goose

All my life I was told that I look like my dad. Not exactly what every girl wants to hear while growing up! Especially when her two sister's take after their mother, but I don't mind so much anymore. Actually, I would say that any resemblence, looks or otherwise, I have with my dad would be quite a compliment. I do think that we share many characteristics... we are both OCD in some respects. We enjoy a good itinerary, "to-do" lists, planning, neatness, etc. We are both perfectionists and probably too hard on ourselves. I think my dad is a talented teacher, something I'm still working on! He was actually my husband's leader in Young Men's and Travis says he still remembers many lessons that my dad taught. I was also the beneficiary of many "life lessons" taught by my dad through the years. Here's just a few....

My dad has taught me:

1. To be tough!

It was the night before we were to leave to go skiing at Sunrise for our very first time. I was probably about 12. We had rented skiis and my dad was teaching me how to get in and out of the snap/latch thing on the ski. I was pushing on the release and my hand slipped and my thumb nail got bent back way too far and was spurting blood and hurt like a you- know- what. My mom started fussing over me, taking me to the sink to rinse it and trying to find the Advil. All the while my dad is telling my mom that I'm just fine and to get back over there and try again. I just remember thinking, My dad has no heart!! Here I am, majorly injured and he's wanting me to try it again!! Haha. No sympathy. Pain is for sissys, right? You have to be tough!

2. To remember my mom's birthday.

I don't remember how old I was, but it was somewhere in the 6-9 range and my mom's birthday was that weekend. Well my dad though it would be nice if us kids picked out her presents for her. Something from the heart, you know? So he got us all in the car and took us to good ole' Mervyns. I don't know if it was such a good idea to give us free reign on the gifts though, because that year my mom ended up with the tackiest presents, including some gawdy earrings and over-sized t-shirts. One of which I specifically remember said, "NOT!" in big bold letters across the front (remember when that was popular to add on to the end of any sentence?) My dad always did have the best of intentions... :)

3. To eat all your dinner- especially the meat!

When I was away to college I decided I wanted to try out being a vegetarian. Not because I felt strongly about the whole vegetarian "cause" or saving animals, but just because I didn't really enjoy meat and wondered how long I could go without it. Well, I really should have kept this endeavor on the DL, because when my dad found out, I got an email outlining all the reasons why I should not become a leaf eater. I searched EVERYWHERE for it, but to no avail. Sad, because it was quite funny. All I can remember is that he told me that the word vegetarian actually meant "bad hunter" and something about only being able to make it to the telestial kingdom. Oh yeah, and that a certain homosexual acquaintance of ours was a veggy. That was probably offensive to many people on many levels... I apologize.

4. To have fun!

My mom's not the only one who can be groovy :) Some of my favorite memories of my dad were when he would come home from work and take us to the park. We would ride our bikes to the school park down the road (tugging him along as he visited with ALL the neighbors- such a people person) and we would play tag on the playground equipment, run races, and basically just tucker ourselves out. I loved every minute of it. One time he called us over to a long, trough-like drinking fountain and told us to look real hard into the bottom of it. We all obediently looked down, when he smacked his hand into the nasty, stagnant water puddled at the bottom, soaking our faces. I am a germ-a-phob and will NEVER forget that!

On a more serious note, my dad has taught me:

5. To be aware/kind to everyone

On a trip to Utah to go to General Conference, we were checking out of our hotel and the bell-hop happened to be a slightly older, foreign man. I didn't take much notice until after we were in the car and my dad pointed out that the man was probably an immigrant without much money and how honorable it was that he was working hard at whatever he could do to provide for his family. His point being, that no job is lowly and to never look down on someone or treat them badly for doing an honest day's work.

Growing up in our ward, there was a family who had a boy around my age that was a bit awkward and didn't have any friends. Unfortunately, he wasn't treated too well, and one night I remember my dad sitting my sister and me down and painting a picture of what his life was like. He knew more about him, than most did, since he was the YM President. I had never treated him badly, but I wasn't exactly friendly to him either. That talk opened my eyes to how sad his situation was and made me more aware of how my actions could affect people. I always thought my dad could be a motivational speaker because that was one of many talks my dad had with me that taught me compassion and made me want to be a better person. He also comes up with killer analogies during his "talks". I think my life has been likened to a car, a race, a recipe, what have you. It's great, I'm always wondering what he'll have for me next. :)

6. To work hard

If I could only describe my dad in one way, it would be hard worker. That's all I've ever known, is a dad who leaves for work before we wake up and comes home exhausted at the end of the day. He traveled a lot when I was growing up and I remember wondering what nights he would be home. My mom said she was so embarrassed one day at the grocery store because we were in the check-out line and I guess I very loudly asked her, "Is dad sleeping at OUR house tonight?" I can only imagine! But what's amazing to me is that even with how hard he worked at his job, I never once felt neglected or like my dad didn't spend enough time with me. Somehow it seemed he put 100% into his family, church calling, and job. And he's still at it.

Well, he likes to tease me that I write "novels" when I send emails/blog and it seems I've done it again. :) I am just so grateful for my dad and his example to me growing up. Many times when I need to make a decision, I wonder what my dad would do in that situation. I know that I am who I am today (not trying to say I'm all that great, but what good qualities I may have...!) is because of him and my mom. We like to joke around in our family that my dad would be a general authority by now if he wasn't stuck with the rest of us! We kinda bring him down just a bit :) I will always look up to him and admire all he's accomplished in his life.

And I'm pretty lucky to have this guy for the father of my children!

At least Collin seems to like him pretty good! :)

If only we could master the "sleepy eyes" when taking a picture!

Fun With the In-Laws!

Last Thursday, Collin's Grandma and Grandpa Evans came to visit (aka Trav's mom and dad)!

On Friday we visited Letchworth Park. It's a whole lotta driving to get there and look around, but it's worth it! hehe. It was breathtaking, but make sure you know how to get there before you start the trip! :) Truthfully, we only had to turn around once, but I like to give Trav a hard time. We've heard that Letchworth is the "Grand Canyon of the East". I guess you could call it that, just add thousands of green trees and much smaller canyons. It's about an hour and 20 min. to get there, then you pay to drive into the park, which is about 18 miles, and then just drive to different lookout points. There are trails and waterfalls and beautiful views.

I like this picture because you can see a man in the bottom left and it just shows how enormous the water fall is!

We also saw quite a few animals including a deer, a beaver, chipmunks, and squirrels.

This little guy didn't know it, but Trav was soon to run over his cousin squirrel on our way out! So sad! I was looking at Collin when Trav saw it run out. I felt the bump, then stupidly looked behind us to see him, paws up, on the pavement. I don't even like animals, but I so hate to see them die! Trav assured me though, that we did the forest a favor, as it was a mafia squirrel that beat his little squirrel children.

Could this BE any more picturesque? Seriously people, this was the scene as we drove away.

We were pooped after our little trip and decided to go have dinner at "CheeChee Burger" (as Wayne called it :) This is one of the faces Collin was making on the drive to the restaurant. He was crackin' me up. It looks like he's getting ready to eat... maybe he was excited that we were going to CheeCheeBurger and thought he was getting nummies. Haha.

Wayne still needs to take it easy, since he's still recovering from his surgery, so we just hung out around the house on Saturday. They watched Collin in the morning while Trav and I went garage saleing (sp?) and then Wayne played ref while Trav and I played Badminton.

Darn Trav beat me again!! I can't catch a break in this game!

It was nice having them come to church with us on Sunday and then we had friends over that night to play Mafia, so they joined in on the fun. Forgot to take pics of the killing though. :)

On Monday, Trav had school all day, so we spent the morning inside. Wayne caught a pic of Collin getting his "reading time". I'll have a Scripts Spelling Champ for sure! (hopefully if you know me well enough, you know I'd consider my child quite the loser for being in that-certainly not a goal I have for them! Let's get real :)

Then we went to Delaware Park for a picnic and enjoyed the nice weather.

That night we went to an FHE/BBQ at Cheektowaga Town Park with a bunch of friends.

Which one is Trav?!

Wayne got this pic of Trav that I love! I'm sure Trav will be thrilled that I included it. :)

Don't let that winning smile fool you though, he's about to wreak havoc on the flock of seagulls that wanted to join us. Funny cuz you can see one invading in the background of this picture.

He and Ryan decided to put their footballs to good use, trying to hit the seagulls that were dive bombing our dinner. First the squirrel, now the sea gull. Can this man be stopped?! And look at poor, impressionable Marcus in the picture! I'm afraid he'll be held accountable for this one.

On to the church history sites! We spent Tuesday in Palmyra, first at the Hill Cumorah.

Then we visited the E.B. Grandin Publishing Building. This was our first time there and I really enjoyed it, minus the talkative man with all the obsure questions on our tour :)

In the display box is a first edition Book of Mormon. There were 5,000 printed and it took about 2 years to complete the project.

Then we went to the Smith Farm. We were in the log cabin, and the sister missionary was right in the middle of describing the First Vision, tearing up and trying her best to bring in the Spirit, when Collin just let one out. That's my boy! We had to wait until she was done with her presentation to step out, and here is what awaited us....

I think he was quite pleased with himself. It was such a mess, I just stripped him right down in the grass. Now how many people can say they've been naky at the Joseph Smith Farm?

While in the Sacred Grove, Collin had his hands clasped together like he was praying. So cute. Of course he's really doing one of his favorite things, sucking all over his hands, arm, whatever he can get in his mouth.

On Wednesday we went to Niagara Falls. We dropped his parents off at the Falls, then drove farther down to park ( we just though $18 was a little pricey to park). Of course that meant walking through the mist and getting soaked :) Always a good time.

And then later that night we went to the Original Anchor Bar to eat. Supposedly this is the very place that wings were "invented". They even have the story on their menu. Pretty tasty. We had a great time with Grandma and Grandpa and miss them already.