(August 2008)
We had dinner 2 different Sundays at Chad's folks house. The first time was with Grandma Hansen, who'd come up from St. George and was leaving soon to catch a flight in SLC.
A week later, Chad flew out to drive back with us, and we gathered for more good food and photo joy.
Wrestling poor Grandpa
Melanie had been getting Uncle Michael confused with Daddy. At first I thought she was just playing, but then realized that she thought Michael was her Dad. I even tried calling Chad on the phone and letting her talk to him while Michael was sitting close by, but that didn't seem to help. She hung around Uncle Michael quite a lot (she had stranger anxiety for everyone else and they had to work at getting to know her) and finally called him either "My other Daddy" or "Uncle Daddy". This was probably a drag for Michael, as he had his hands full already. Mel would ask Michael for help, ie, going to the bathroom.
