I Love You a Bushel & a Peck...

It's an old song from 1950. Something Dennis' mom taught us when our kids were young. We've been singing it to Evee ever since she was born. So much so that Evee has most of the words down. We often end skype and phone calls with this little song. One morning while Evee and I were still in our pajamas and letting Daddy and Mommy get some extra sleep we did some recording. Check out the final photo to hear Evee live :).

I love you a bushel and a peck, a bushel and a peck,
and a hug around the neck,a hug around the neck,
and a barrel and a heap, a barrel and a heap,
and I'm talking in my sleep about you.

Final days here in Princeton with Clint, Jamie, Evee, and baby Iris. I have mixed emotions. Ready to go home after 10 weeks of being here, there, and everywhere, living out of a suitcase, sleeping on umpteen different beds/couches, and travels that took us from east coast to west coast and north to MI. . . but sad to leave family.

Sometimes I wish we all lived in the same town. I could help out when needed; take the grandkids out for special times. We could call each other and say, "Hey, you guys want to come over for dinner tonight?" Or, "Why don't we keep the kids so you can have a date night." But, I've resigned myself to the fact that it is highly unlikely that we will ever be in close proximity. So thankful for today's technology - skype, email, and the Vonage phone service - that keeps us connected across miles and an ocean.

Fun times with Evee and Iris

Silly girl!