Meem & Peep come to Town

Everything in the house has been fixed, re-fixed, and then fixed again thanks to the new tool set that Memaw and Pepaw brought for Caleb last weekend. And they are not just any tools. Biz proudly states they are his new "Black and Decker" tools. Since receiving the gift, it is rare to see him without a tool in hand. He will pass by me and I will say, "Caleb, where are you going?" Obviously on a mission, he will respond, "I am going to get the job done." For the weekend, Memaw was his assistant. From what I could determine, she was in charge of holding the level. He had her all over the house and even outside making the needed improvements and "getting the job done." Pepaw got in on the act, too, but I think Caleb determined that Memaw had the superior skill in the level holding department.

We had such a fun and relaxing visit with Meem and Peep last weekend. Friday afternoon I was upstairs on this blog, Seth was napping, and Caleb was on the couch watching Curious George downstairs. All of a sudden I heard little feet hit the ground and then, "boom boom boom" fast as lightening, move across the floor. In an instant, the door was flung open and Memaw and Pepaw were greeted by their Biz pulling them in, ready to play. For Caleb, the weekend could now begin.

Here is a recap of our weekend:

Friday night, it was no surprise that we continued our unspoken "first meal out when Meem and Peep get to town" tradition of eating at Moe's Southwest Grill. Nothing says Meem and Peep have arrived like a little queso dip and stuffed burritos. Uncle Drew joined us for the dinner and hung around with us afterward when we did some shopping at Lifeway bookstore. After we tucked in the little boys, we watched the Olympics and Michael Phelps win another gold, ate ice cream, and Pepaw and I got our you-know-whats beaten by Eric and Memaw in what turned out to be a rip-roaring game of Catch phrase. I had the giggles throughout the entire game, as the Workmans poked fun and took jabs at each other, which hindered my ability to think correctly (as if I needed any help). Or else we could have possibly won at least one game. Sorry Pepaw.

On Saturday morning, the boys actually slept past 7am!! Hooray!! It was raining, so we had to cancel Memaw's yard sale excursion. Sorry Meem. But we made up for it in the form of doughnuts. Eric and Caleb invited us along for their weekly Saturday morning breakfast ritual. It was a lot of fun and the chairs were unexpectedly cushy at the Dunkin' Donuts on Carothers, which was nice. For the rest of the day, we just hung out and took it easy. Caleb continued to fix everything and Sethie was happy to have some new hands to throw balls into and he loved getting to hang out with Uncie Dew. He could be Drew's biggest fan! Memaw and I had a nice walk together at the park (no boys allowed), while Eric and Drew got in some afternoon tennis before Eric had to go into work for a few hours. Then Memaw, Pepaw, and Uncle Drew went out golfing. Caleb was a little distraught when he realized that his grandparents were actually going somewhere without him and sat down in the floor in protest and said, rather sadly, "Now who is going to take care of me?" Interestingly enough, he looked right at me when he said it, with a look that seemed to question whether my previous four years of experience really qualified me for the job that day. He reluctantly settled for my care and we went to the park and took in some sand for the rest of the afternoon. Caleb wanted to take his tools to fix things at the park, but he agreed to just taking his dump trucks and shovels. After dinner and playing, the little boys went to sleep, and Memaw and Tante went out for some coffee and to catch up. Pepaw and I rested on the couches watching Dara Torres capture the silver and Michael Phelps break the Olympic record, earning his 8th gold medal, thanks in part to his relay team. It was pretty awesome. I don't remember much after that, because once Eric got home around 10pm and rested beside me on the couch, I conked out.

After church and lunch on Sunday, it was time to say our good-byes. This is always the hardest part. But never fear, Memaw and Pepaw, we will be home in less than two weeks and Caleb will be sure to bring his tools to "get the job done" at your house. Brush up on your leveling skills, Memaw, I am sure you will be the assistant of choice.

See, we did successfully get some happy face shots before the meltdown took place. (Refer back to the previous post, No More Pictures...PLEASE! for meltdown recount.)