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So after a relaxing Valentine's weekend, we received the sad news that Chris' grandmother had passed away. Ever since I've known her, her health has been poor, but she was quite the sassy and spunky lady. She gave Dillan a wooden train whistle when he was 2 that he still adores today.

Anyway, we raced home from San Diego, picked up the kids and set to work getting everything ready. The plan was to leave the next morning and stay as long as was needed. Dillan was thrilled to be going on a trip to Grandma's house. Of course Leah, as only Leah can, tried to sabotage the entire trip that very night. She did the same thing Christmas Eve. Puking and diarrhea all night. Perfect.

So after much debating whether or not the kids should make the trip, we decided to just do it. I considered leaving the kids, but can't ever bring myself to burden others, especially with sickies. The trip up was relatively peaceful in spite of watching Leah like a hawk with the barf bucket and towel at hand. Thankfully, no incidents to report.

We tried our best to stay out of the way of the craziness and allow Daddy to help out where he was needed. We visited the ducks down the street, played at the park, played pool, went shopping, played games with cousins, ate at Cafe Rio (everyone else went to In N Out, go figure) and Frozen Custard. The highlight of our trip happened when Chris and I were washing cars and he found his old bowling ball from his glory days of childhood bowling leagues. So we took Dillan bowling for the first time. He LOVED it. He loved having an orange ball all to himself, he loved Daddy helping him throw the ball, but his favorite was watching the ball return back to him. Every morning since he's asked to take him back to the B-O-W-L. I guess we'll have to do that.