Pantalones.

As some of you know, Grandma Eileen had a little incident on Saturday evening - she passed out while babysitting at our house and was taken to the hospital. Thereby RUINING Tim and I's date night, and getting her put on babysitting probation. As I told her while we were joking around in the ER - if you don't want to babysit, just say so. No need to create such drama. But for real - it was a nerve wracking couple of days, but we are SO glad that Eileen home and feeling better, with the ultimate verdict being "hey, your heart had a moment there, but you are ultimately a healthy person."

Grandma was still in the hospital when we were getting dressed this morning, and I thought hey, maybe she will get a kick out of seeing Ellie in her dad's hand me down Wrangler jeans. They are just the right length for Ellie's hunkachunk legs, but sadly, they do not fit in the posterior area, so mom and I jerry-rigged a belt.

As you can see, it was not the best.

From these photos, I think we can infer that Tim had a MUCH larger butt than Ellie does at this age.

The good news is that by the time nap time was over and we were ready to candy stripe, Eileen was on her way home, for some serious maxing and relaxing. We were sorry to not show off our fancy dungarees and diapers, but glad that she was on her way back to normal life.

Also amusing, Ellie's musical festival in Grams' kitchen the other night.