Eliot and Grandad

One of the things that always kind of bothered me when we lived in England was that I didn't feel my kids knew my parents well enough. When my parents would come to visit it would take a few days for them to perk up and 'know' them.

This was particularly true at some ages more than others, namely 1-2 years. I remember one time when we came home to Missouri to visit when Jack was about a year and he would scream every time my dad tried to push his stroller.

So you can imagine my happiness when last week I turned around and saw my Dad and Eliot (age 2) walking away from me hand and hand at Theo's soccer game (so of course I grabbed my phone to take a picture). There is no doubt that my kids know my parents now, in fact it is clear they are some of their favorite people. Yay!