So I gave them a break and waited a three weeks. Not too many. I'm not a saint!
When I told my daughters that I was going, they decided they wanted to go, too! Lee had responsibilities here, so we three girls flew out and invaded. In our defense, I booked a hotel room so we gave them a few scant hours without us. (Approaching sainthood) Granted they still didn't get any rest, due to said baby.
We had a lot of fun with Rachel and forced her to pose for lots of pictures. It will be a few more years before she will forcibly resist all parental (and grandparental) photo taking. So we took full advantage of it.
I even have a picture of Tara taking a picture.
Does Rachel look like her Aunties? I wonder what they will be called. My sister, Robin, ended up being called Auntie Rotten. And she reveled in it!
They can't argue with you about picture taking when they are asleep! So we have a bunch of those, too.
Fortunately, Rachel is a very good baby. And doesn't seem to mind the constant picture taking.
"Alright, Mr. DeMille. I'm ready for my close-up."
