I’m not going to lie… I’m still in shock that the 4th has come and gone, but omg, I’m so ready for it not to be a holiday, or a vacation or another trip. I have laundry up to my eyeballs, maternity clothes that may/may not fit piling up like Mt. Everest and a house that generally looks like a tornado ripped through it. Add to this the fact that I’m 4 months pregnant with a 2.5 year old terror and a white fluffy dog/boarder for the summer and suffice it to say I’m ready to hide away in my house until a) it’s clean and b) this kid comes out.
But really, it was an AMAZING few weeks. 1.5 weeks back east to see my grandparents and go to a wedding turned into 2 full weeks away when we decided that it was just too magical to not extend. Seeing the kidlet with my 92 and 82 year old grandparents was one of those experiences that you never want to end and suffice it to say, I took a million and one pictures to capture it perfectly in my memory. We took trips to Cooperstown (what an AMAZING place), saw a movie, played with the cows and escaped daily attacks by the sadistic rooster. It was amazing.
Our trip home started early on a 6:00am EST flight (that would be a 3:30am EST wakeup OMGNOWAY) and showed just how amazing this kiddo really is on the plane. 6 hours later, after 2.5 hours of naps, 1 movie and a few games of angry birds we were landing at SFO with nary a peep of complaint from the kid. I’m buying this kid a pony, FOR SURE.
After 12 hours of recuperation, we repacked necessities and headed up to the river to hang out with the Hubby’s family for a few days.
Then it was the 4th, complete with a parade, a picnic and a casual outdoor dinner… and then it was over.
It is the 6th, I am doing laundry, the kidlet is back in school and things are somewhat back to normal. I mean, I at least got unpacked… which is good, right?
Wanna see some pics from the trip(s)??
The Big House… where my grandparents still live. Hasn’t changed since I was little…
So it was kind of hot while we were there. Like, really stinkin’ hot and like really stinkin’ humid. Ahhh, how I’ve missed the East Coast.
So this was the a-hole Rooster that chased us all over the place. He was not very nice and may not be long for this world if he attacks one more person on the farm… Just sayin’.
So we made the pilgrimage to Cooperstown… which thrilled the kiddo to NO end. And it was AWESOME!
Making friends with the catcher…
Then it was back to the farm. Apparently there was important work to be done on the tractor…
And then it was time to say goodbye… :-(
Goodbye Farm *tear*. See you next year.
And then we flew back and it was the 4th of July and we went to a parade and waved flags and ate otter pops and I passed out from sheer exhaustion. The End.
