On the way home from the airport, she shared with me that there are a couple relatives on my side of the family with the name Timothy Francis. I'd thought we were only naming him after his dad and grandpa, but it turns out that Mom's mom's father was Timothy Francis; and an ancestor on her dad's side was as well. It's probably not an amazing coincidence so much as proof that Irish Catholics have a lot of the same favorite names. But I still think it's kind of special.
On Saturday, we went to our old favorite Cow Cafe, and afterward, we took some pictures on a bench outside. Annie's has blue cadaver lips because of Blue Moo ice cream, and Delaney is either smirking or sticking her tongue out. Little stinker.
We miss Grandy. We're going to have to plan a trip to Cincinnati for sometime after Tim gets back, so we can see the whole family.