Sunday, 13 May 2012

They're heeeere. Or at least they were.


They took him on all the rides, again and again and again
My parents (mother and step-father) came over from the states to visit for a week.

It's been more than two years since Jack has seen them in the flesh. We Skype almost every week when they read him bed time stories, but virtual hugs aren't as good as the real thing.

There were a few problems but nothing that wasn't to be expected with them being in unfamiliar territory, driving on he other side of the road and having been awake for over 24 hours.

Grandma set right to it with Jack telling him all the jokes that she'd been storing up.

She showed him her magic tricks.

She promised him a present every day of their visit.

Marc was something more of an opponent, which was nice for me, normally I'm the punching bag. The new weapons got tested out on Marc and he readily joined in all of Jack's games on the playgrounds.

Went to Lego Land, Warwick Castle and Twin Lakes. They got to spend a day with just the three of them at Hoo Farm. We played games, went to dinner, went shopping and even witnessed an good old fashion attempted mugging. It was non stop action.

I think a bond was forged.
C'mon Grandpa there's a slide.
Met the police force at LegoLand
Sunday there was an easter egg hunt. Jack knew about the hunt and was out of be spritely and headed downstairs where the eggs, and Grandma, were waiting.

Jack had the time of his life. By the time they left he'd concocted a plan about travelling back to America with them in their suitcase. He explained to them that he preferred America because there were more fun things to do there. In England there are only four fun things to do and in America there are lots and lots.
Doing a little time for their shenanigans.

Right after Easter lunch, we said goodbye and sent them on their way down to London. Jack missed them immediately. He set to planning our next trip over there trying to establish some sort of time scale, he's desperate to get over there before he turns six, we've explained to him that it's pretty unlikely but he still hopes.

The evening after they left Helen and I were lost about what to do. We'd become accustomed to the nightly games, both Marc and I are exploring some way we can have game nights across the sea, but it's slow going.

Jack still talks about the visit from time to time. He'll recall somewhere we visited or something we did and ask when we can do it again.

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