NO! Not Holt, Mary!

I love going to Holt's birthday party every year. It's the perfect reason to make a spring trip to see Grandmommy, and I do enjoy seeing my dear ones bonding with Sayward's dear ones. Holt turned 5 this year which is... wow. Poor Mare-mare thought it was HER birthday party. She didn't find out she was wrong until the Birthday Song. She was heart-broken when everyone sang, "Dear Holt". Such is life.

No, Rob, that's not a hungover cowboy. It's Indiana Jones. Obviously.

Harper Ann is already being trained in the value of a big entrance.

What really counts, though, is one's staying power.

Here's where Mary's heart was broken.

She found a way to console herself.

So sweet... Maybe someday I'll gather together all the pictures of various kids sitting around Grandmommy's porch table.

On the way from Cleveland to Katy we got to swing by Raymond. Bon mot, non?