Knock knock!
Who's there?
Ada!
Ada who?
Ada lot for breakfast!
That's who!
Poor poor Izzy...no one ever gives Izzy any breakfast.
A quick sleepover trip at Olivia and Henry's house turns into an early morning of fun and giggles before heading out to ski the two feet of fresh fluffy white Utah powder.
The more I see these two together, the more they remind me of each other. Cass even calls little Henry "Bud" just like I have always called Chet.
And every time I hang out with these little people, I have to pinch myself to remind me that I'm not dreaming and really am Nana to two beautiful grandchildren. I am truly blessed!
