3,000 Miles

My mom officially moved to California this week, and like a true Californian, she arrived in full freak style. First, my grandmother walked in wearing a surgical mask (so she wouldn't give Grant her cold), followed by my mother's morbidly obese labrador retriever wearing a too-tight t-shirt (so he wouldn't shed on the carpet).

Grant screamed when he met his Great Grandma for the first time, and we chided him for being a fussy baby, overlooking the fact that he may have been overwhelmed by the faceless woman and clothes-wearing dog.

Grant to Great-Grandma: Where is your mouth?


Mom's getting settled into her new apartment after a spending spree at IKEA. Is it too soon to book her for babysitting?