Not just Della, of course. She arrived with Magda, Joe and Dagny in tow for her first visit to the Folly. Magda said "been there, done that." Della liked the ocean more than her sister did initially.
Dad needed a nap.
We drove to Lion Safari Saturday morning. I had to go all the way to Kenya to see my first ostrich up close. But not this close!
Goodwill provided Sunday morning's playtime puzzles and trike. Dagny refused to demonstrate the animatronic unicorn, her favorite toy. It matched the stuffed animal and ice cream flavor in the freezer.
Thom walked all the way to Spring Flowers in Worth Avenue last week (a 13-mile round trip) to buy the D-girls a pair of new dresses, keeping up a tradition he began last year when we first made Della's rambunctious acquaintance in Boston.
Trust me, Dagny wasn't all smiles when they opened the beautifully wrapped packages. Despite the bows on hers, she coveted Della's dress, badly. By the way, that head band, adorned with a Christmas tree, never comes off. Audi B knows her granddaughter's taste.
Afterward, skeptical Della, a Diane Sawyer lookalike, amassed a bunch of bling showing off her colorful new outfit at Palm Beach County's gay pride parade. "More" is her favorite word by far, especially when it comes to marshmallows in fruit salad.
And daddy Joe could not be a more vocal ally! He and Magda were definitely more into the parade than either Thom or I.
The weather during their four-day visit cooperated for a change: cool nights, warm days and no wind. We headed to Phipps Ocean Park late Monday afternoon.
I can't tell you how happy this photo makes me!
Thom transported a yummy panzarella picnic dinner using a fancy basket from Hammacher Schlemmer, an anniversary gift never opened by his deceased parents. We should have toasted them!
Given the shrimp and Sour Patch Kid candies that I had just consumed, it probably wasn't the smartest move to offer Dagny a helicopter swing, something I used to do for Magda when she was around the same age. Although dizziness nearly toppled us, we didn't lose our cookies.
Now that Magda has children of her own, it's not hard to believe I've been a guncle for nearly four decades.
On Tuesday morning, I had just enough time to watch Dagny feed peanuts to the squirrels in Bryant Park.
What a wonderful visit!