The best thing (in the kids' opinions) about going to their Grandparents' house is getting to play outside. They can get dirty, swing on the tire swing, play in the leaf piles, and generally run amok.
The kids begged and begged to go outside, but we made them wait until after we took family photos. A bunch of us got together to play touch football, too. I dubbed myself the sports photographer and Uncle Matt declared himself the permanent quarter back for both teams. Even little Jason played, and did a great job. He is one tough little boy! He didn't even cry when the football nailed him in the head.
Tuesday night I played hide and seek with Jason, Rhema, and my girls. We played at dusk, and we actually played reverse hide and seek, which is where one person hides and everyone else tries to find them. Then when someone finds them they hide with them until the last person finds the whole group. When I was a kid they called it "Sardines" because you end up packed together in a tiny little hiding spot. The weather was perfect, just barely chilly at all. The kids even managed not to get too terribly dirty all week.