Yesterday the family came over and we got to play with all the cousins (not pictured because I forgot to ask if it was okay!). The visit was bittersweet for me, since I have no idea when I'll see them again and it's frightening how much we can all change in just a year.
For brunch, I made my polenta casserole. The highlight of my day was when my grandfather, who had been chiding me all morning about how much he hated polenta, leaned over and said, "I take it back. Your polenta is really good." [Recipe coming soon, I've taken the pictures already and everything.]
We also celebrated our birthdays. My grandmother turns 85 today and I'll be 32 tomorrow. My mom smuggled an awesometastic pyrotechnic candle back from China that played a song and everything.
We blew out the candles (after the big explosion died down).
And then my fro attempted to eat my poor 85-year-old grandmother.
But, seriously, my cousin Sara took this picture and it's probably the best one I've ever seen of my Grandma. I love it.