This is Eve's sign that she made for Grandma when we picked her up from the airport. She could only stay for a few days on her way back to Moscow but we made the most of it.
Eve freaked out when she saw the beaver at the zoo. After practically memorizing The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe beavers had achieved mystical status equal to unicorns, dragons and hippogriffs.
Oak and Grandma bonded ... mostly over food.
Like I said, food. In this case enormous chocolate chip cookies.
The weather couldn't have been better. Chicago in the fall is beautiful!
Lucky Grandma.
here's Scott helping Mom with her resume. And it's a pretty good one at that.
Thank you Mom for making the time to come visit us. We loved every minute we had with you.
Love you.
Raised in a small South Dakota mining town where he learned the value of a sturdy pickaxe and native tubers, Scott is a man's man who knows the meaning of the word testosterone. Apart from devouring freshly slain beasts of the forest, Scott enjoys sharpening his tools, lifting heavy objects, and throwing a ball at a hoop suspended ten feet off of the ground. He also enjoys Romantic Era poetry and Italian cooking.
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