There is this expression: What happens at Grandma's stays at Grandma's. Now, I am not excited about this phrase (nor the Vegas version) because it is like an invitation for bad behavior. However, My Mother-in-Law, who adores having my kids for a weekend, and takes great care of them, has a different standard of cleanliness and fashion than I do. In that sense, what happens at Grandma's stays at Grandma's and that is a good thing.
This is Jules with Grandpa. Notice the clean, brand new, green shirt. Isn't it a cute shirt? I got it at Target, because I love her in green.
This is Jules after eating Grandma's spaghetti, with no bib (not like a bib would have helped the sleeves or her face).
I will give credit where it is due: Gail immediately soaked the shirt, and most of the red sauce came out. She also bought Jules a new, adorable, shirt to replace this one.
Point in case number two. Is this picture, perhaps, Dan and his older sister? I know there is one of the two of them in these red, knitted sweaters with hoods. I know that picture exists! But no, this is 2007, and those are my kids. I must say, they do look cute, and Gail's mom made these sweaters so they are incredibly special.
What else happens with Grandma, you might ask? Well, a ton of fun, smiles, hugs and love. That's why we love grandma's house.