On The Sixteenth Day Of Advent We Visited Great-Grandma

On our drive back to Minnesota we decided to stop at my Grandma's house. She doesn't get to see Meadow much and thought she would enjoy the company.

It was great to hang with Grandma Lungwitz. Brooke's grandpa passed away this week and we were in town for the funeral. We didn't get to talk much to Grandma that day, so it was nice to be able to spend some time with her before heading home.

She's really trying to crawl.

She started doing tow pushups today.

My Grandma tried to encourage her to keep trying.

Meadow enjoyed her time at her Great-Grandma's.

Before leaving, Grandma gave us a wild turkey that Grandpa Lungwitz had shot in the backyard. It still had the feet on it, which kind of weirded me out. I'm looking forward to roasting the wild bird.

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