Cliff and I generally stick with cereal or oatmeal for breakfast. Because I see my son so rarely (once or twice a year), when he's here I try to fix all the old "comfort foods" from his childhood. Cliff shouldn't have all this stuff, but hey... what am I going to do? Ask him to sit and eat salad while everybody else is pigging out? So I just cook, and hope Cliff and I survive this abundance.
Meanwhile, we're enjoying daily visits from the oldest grandson, who crashed at our house for a few months not so long ago. He's enjoying being with his baby sister. Like the fake smiles?
OK, they look more natural in this picture.
The son just now took the granddaughter on a four-wheeler ride; she loves this. (Deb, that's why he isn't answering his cell phone.)
The horses... not so much.
This was a very familiar sight when the grandson was staying with us. Nice to see our couch still suits him just fine.