Ode to Bop-Bop

My sister Bop-Bop (name has been changed to protect the innocent) came in May to help us move. I know that we would not have been able to get everything done without her. She is a cleaning, packing, boy-watching machine. I really enjoyed having her here and getting to visit amidst all of the work.

Here the boys are waiting for her to get out of the bathroom. :)

The boys were so excited to have her here. Mr. B latched on immediately and hardly left her a moment alone (sorry about the early mornings, Bop-Bop!!). D-man took a little longer to warm up, but since she was always willing to cheer him on in his hoop-shooting obsession, she won him over.

Mr. B woke up yesterday crying and crying (at 6 am, mind you), because...."I'm sad Bop-Bop had to go home."
The only way we let her go home was knowing that we'd see her again in Utah in a month. :)

We love you, Bop-Bop!