Auntie Sue and Uncle Tom

This morning we saddled up the Hyundai and set a course for Nana and Papa's on the sea-level outer skirts of Issaquah. Waiting there for us were the aforementioned grandpeople and the Trautwein's, or Auntie Sue and Uncle T as they will heretofore be referred to as. But I reserve my right to change my mind later and call them whatever I want.

Nana whipped up a wicked scramble, some luscious bacon, a bit of hearty toast and a few mimosas were imbibed for good measure as well. Daddy and Mommy caught up with Auntie Sue and Uncle T about what Puget Sound real estate they'd seen so far and where they were headed next. They live in Laguna Beach, CA and are looking to find some Puget Sound water view property to plunk down a rustic home to spend summers at with their beloved grand children. Sounds good to me.

Auntie Sue and Uncle T very generously brought me a couple of gifts: a super cute book about opposites, originally written in French, by Pittau & Gervias called "Elephant - A Book of Opposites", and a neat canvas grocery bag of fruit that I can slice and peel.



After breakfast the three of us returned home so that I could catch some shut eye while Daddy was off to do a family/engagement shoot for Andrea Archambault, her fiance Brian and his two kids Braden and Colin. Sadly, I wasn't really feeling in the spirit of a nap and instead just played my way through it. After an abbreviated night's sleep from Mommy and Daddy's exploits the night before, the lack of nap today would prove to be my eventual undoing.

Later on in the afternoon Auntie Sue, Uncle T, Nana and Papa all paid a visit to our place. It was AS and UT's first time to the house, so Mommy and Daddy worked overtime to make sure it was actually clean. The word on the street is that they think the house is a hit.

The plan was ultimately to load up and head out to Tutta Bella in Wallingford for some of the Northwest's first certified Neopolitan pizza. Here's where that lack of nap came back to get me: After bouncing off the walls for the previous two hours with as much energy as one might possibly imagine, the wind went out of the sails by the time I got to the bottom of the stairs to leave. Based on the window shattering display of lung output, Daddy elected to stay home and put me to bed. After a bottle, I was motionless in about 30 seconds. Tired girl.