Held hostage by Gramma & Grampa

The perils of procrastination... This post was intended for explaining Hannah's first weekend home, but is being posted now - a week later... Alas. So here's the belated post:

Well, we would have posted sooner, but Mom and Dad decided that Hannah and I should stay the night and come to church with them on Sunday... Had I known, I could have brought my computer and some church clothes. Instead, I got to buy a new skirt and wish I'd thought to pick up a toothbrush while I was out...

So here's the rundown of what we did with G&G:

Friends of Mom and Dad (the Carpenters, but not the circa-1970's singers) have 2 sons leaving on missions this month, so they had a joint, albeit unofficial farewell for the boys. We met at the park after church for a potluck picnic:

We are a classy bunch, aren't we?

Robin's future husband Brant (no idea on the spelling) is the handsome blonde behind her:

Mom is the queen of facilitating photo-ops, to nurture our stalking instincts.

Hannah enjoyed the opportunity to play in the sunshine:

Thank you, Mommy, for dressing me well and brushing my hair!

And to top the weekend off, we spent some time at the hangar - admiring the latest advances on Mom and Dad's pet project, The Plane (AKA - nothing can break up this marriage and we're willing to prove it!).

Hannah and Grandma by the plane. Imagine this with the propeller and a cover over the engine!

A proud Papa with his growing and expensive baby...

Pretty instrument panel!

A partial view of the spaghetti bowl that makes the instruments run.

Except Dad says he's only done wiring half of it... Egad! Good thing he's pretty smart!

Excitement abounded...

But eventually we had to head back to (pretend it's Opposite Day) Happy Valley.

So there you have it... Hijacked - Napped (important part, despite not being mentioned before) - Picnicked - Ogled (vicariously) - Admired (the plane) - Returned to Provo... A full weekend, to be sure!