R, Squirms, and Corner are back in central Florida. When I awoke to Squirm's cries at 4:30 am this morning (and I use the word morning loosely there) I didn't know where I was. It took me a minute to figure out I was in our bedroom, at our house. We had a fun trip, visiting family and friends, lots to be thankful for - like walking in the woods, Squirm's charming her great-grandparents, and more teeth coming in - what I feel most thankful for is that the milk in our refrigerator was still good this morning for my coffee.
Words will have to do today, until I figure out the best storage method for my photos moving forward. I'm out of the free space. We have plenty of words though, for our Thanksgiving Holiday.
We arrived at my parents' house Wednesday morning around one. The Squirms was ready to play! Mom had stayed up to see us, but had to get up in a couple of hours for work so she, and our primary driver, R, went to sleep. I sat, half awake, on their couch with L, and we watched our dad - our 58 year old dad - crawl around the living room and up and down the hallway following the Squirms. Good times.
Wednesday we were thrilled to meet LGC's latest edition, baby girl C, or peanut. She is eight weeks old and quickly catching up to Squirms in the weight category. I'd like to point out that she didn't cry when I held her. Katie, my parents' golden retriever, also discovered not to come to close to Squirms - as soon as she could reach Katie the sweet baby girl grabbed two handfuls of fur and wouldn't let go. Thankfully, my grandma gave Squirms a stuffed dog that doesn't mind hugs, being chewed on, or attempts to pull off her nose.
Thursday was spent watching the Rockettes and hanging out with both sides of our extended family. Squirms had her first taste of turkey! She also wore a beautiful purple dress and we even put shoes on her! One of my uncles told me that I was dressed like a single girl. I told him that since I don't go to work everyday now I think it's best for R to occasionally see me in real clothes - trophy wives have to wear a pencil skirt and heels every once in a while, if not only to the grocery store.
We were lazy on Friday, saving up energy for a long hike in the woods. Even though at least one of us should have worn bright orange, we survived following my dad - this side trail will only take an extra five minutes - and the hunters. Then we left Squirms with her grandparents and went to dinner.
Saturday, while sad for Auburn fans everywhere, was full of great family quotes.
After the Auburn v. Alabama game was over, I said to my Southern Baptist Deacon father, do I need to get you some Jack Daniel's? He replied No. I need something stronger. Like hemlock.
Later that evening, over pizza, L told me that she and granny had this discussion not long ago, L: Granny, you have to wear orange and blue to my wedding. Granny: I'll wear anything, as long as you get married.
I was also honored that H rummaged through my clothes and shoes while she got ready to go meet friends in Birmingham. Sure, I thought it was odd to find my bag unpacked when I returned to my parents' house, but even more odd that H might want to wear something that I'd packed! I guess my jcrew factory shopping trip in order to wear presentable clothes worked.
The Sunday highlight was having coffee with AnniePants and her family. I'd expand more on Georgia traffic and our trip back, but I don't want to sound like Bella from the second Twilight book. I'm a worse traveler than Squirms. When we pulled into our neighborhood late last night, R said, those people have pink Christmas lights! I probably should have continued to let him think that for fun, but I was so tired that I just let him know they are blue. After six and a half years of marriage I still crack up laughing when his colorblindness comes out so blatantly.
Pictures soon. Not of me laughing, or our neighborhood Christmas lights, but of the Thanksgiving trip.
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