London with Grandma and Grandpa

My mom and dad came out to help us move--and we wouldn't have gotten moved without them. Mom watched London while Vicki packed boxes and Dad and I loaded the truck. It was a marathon, and it was gross. When we moved out here, we had the luxury of a two-day gap between loading and unloading the truck. This time, the gap was about two hours. By the time we were done, we were flattened.

But we did get done, and then we had some time to explore Berkeley. I took Mom and Dad to the Berkeley Botanical Garden. Dad carried London in the backpack, and then we turned him loose for our picnic lunch in the redwood grove. London's new favorite sport is climbing stairs, and he got to indulge himself in the amphitheater (under Daddy's watchful eye and steadying hand, of course).

Oh, and Mom hates having her picture taken, so these are all the pictures we got of her from the move. I count it as an unusually successful visit, in terms of photographing the rare and elusive Grandma.