We went to brunch at the home of our friends Noel, Kristin and Grant. Grant is four months younger than Erik. One of the things Kristin had made was an egg fratatta. We didn't give it to Erik at first because it was too hot. When he saw us eating it, he begged for some "pizza". So I cut him a little bit. He's not developed a taste for eggs so I wasn't sure if he'd like it. He took a bite, looked up at Kristin and said, "it's pretty good".
Erik's grandparents were here this weekend, as Grandma Lois was on her way back from a week in Bogata, Columbia. (Blogger isn't letting me embed the website right now, but you can learn more about the trip at http://www.good-sam.com/bogota/index.asp). They left this afternoon and gave a ride to their friend Joyce. Joyce had been down here visiting her grandsons Cole and Nash. Erik wasn't very quick to warm up to Joyce, partially because he barely napped today. But as they walked out the door he said, "Bye Grandma, bye Joyce".