Racquetball

In the weeks prior to moving to North Dakota my wonderful, loving, helpful, caring, thoughtful, sweet, brilliant, kind, superb, adventurous, smart, creative, supportive, strong parents (what else do I have to say about you to become the favorite child?!) let us crash at their house. Not only us but our stuff. Luckily I had an awesomely huge room growing up and our beds fit perfectly!

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

 

While we were there we started a ladybug collection which at last count we had 54 ladybugs that they were laying eggs! I don't know if any hatched because the poor things couldn't come with us.

 

My parents, one night, said they were going to go play racquetball with Nobles. They went to change their clothes, put on their tennis shoes and got their racquets. Haylee was so excited and thought she could go. She ran off to the other room and while she was gone my parents left. When she came running back this is what she looked like:

 

 

She was all ready to go play! Tennis shoes and all. It broke my heart to see her after I told her they had already left. Pure sadness.