Grandma K (my mom) drove me, Grandma A (Hubs' mom) and the boys to the airport this morning to go fly home to MN.
M was a chatter box with the TSA agent! "I'm a twin. This is my brother. That is my baby brother." grandma A and I looked at each other in disbelief. We rarely refer to the boys as "the twins" so it was quite a surprise to hear M use the term!
The three boys riding "the train" at MBS, one of their favorite parts of a trip, especially now that they are out of strollers.
We are home sweet home for a few weeks now.