Lunch with Oma

My sister and I took a trip down memory lane yesterday with a drive out to Steinbach to have lunch with our Grandma, Teresa and Frances' Oma. When Andrea and I were kids we would spend a couple weeks out in Steinbach in the summer, one week with each set of grandparents. It was a great time, and inevitably, Grandma Friesen would make us this:

This is pizza made in a pie plate, and nobody, I repeat, NOBODY, can make it as good as Grandma can. So Andrea and I went, had a nice visit, a good dose of nostalgia and Teresa exhausted my grandma's bichon, so a good time was had by all. Except maybe the dog....poor thing.

Frances, hanging out with Auntie.

Frances with one of her namesakes.

Teresa and BJ.

Update: After giving up feeding Frances any form of solids for two weeks, we tried again this morning and she ate like a pro! No complaining, crying, or fussiness of any sort. Turns out we just had to wait a bit before she was ready. Who knew there was any benefit to this whole "being patient" thing we keep telling Teresa about.