A 75th Birthday Party

On Thursday my grandfather turned 75 years old. He's getting a little.. old.

We brought him to my mom's for a few nights (me and baby stayed too!) and celebrated his birthday and Father's Day both on Saturday. 

Getting to spend so much time with him, go on walks with him and take him shopping was all really nice. 

He had a stroke in November 2010, which left him fine physically, but mentally he can't really speak much and it's hard to get him to understand things we say. 

But it was fun to have an uncle and a few cousins join us, as well as my brother and his girlfriend. It's rare that the family really gets together. 

My uncle and my  babygirl, making a not-so-happy face

Grandfather and uncle

Brother with Charlie, the cat we love to hate

It was so nice to get back home and sleep in my own bed, but since Chloe had a crying fit from 10-11, and boyfriend came over, I got to sleep way too late and was still exhausted come Sunday.

So worth it to get to spend that little bit of time with boyfriend though. He told me he missed me, and I got to fall asleep in his arms which only happens when we're both super tired. When Chloe woke up around 3am, neither of us had moved. We lazed around a bit in the morning while the baby napped. He tried to tickle me. By the time he left, I was missing him already and he left me in a good mood for most of the day.