Eileen's Grandkids: We came, we saw, we wore hats.

Last weekend, Michael, Michelle, Rusty and I threw out our winter clothes, packed up our summer gear (except Rusty, who only brought pants), and made the trip down to Boynton Beach, FL to visit Grandma.

The weather was a nice hot almost 80 degrees several days and we lived it up at the pool (where the lady at the cafe has the greatest order calling voice ever), and at the beach. When we put our minds to it, there was nothing we couldn't do (except park at the bank).

And to top things off, we tried on many of Eileen's hats. Though it is true that no one can rock a floppy straw hat better than Grandma herself, Michael also wears a mean hat. See for yourselves...