I enjoyed my mini break from blogging. Thanks for giving me some leeway. I hope you've come back to see me.
So, you may ask, of my list of things to do with my break, which did I actually do? Here is the list revisited:
1. Help my Dad move. Done. Want a quick glimpse of his new place?
Believe me, it is cute, cute, cute. And a vast improvement over his last place, which was kitchsy and charming and romantic, but also dark and damp and moldy and quite possibly a health hazard.
2. Attend grown-up party given by Dad's friend and new neighbor. Done. It was fun to talk with adults, eat grown-up food (we had two kinds of Brie, some lovely chocolate pie, and rhubarb pie), have a couple of drinks. I discovered I have become a bit of a lightweight, growing drunk on a mere two frozen margaritas. Of course, Dad's friend being a former bartender probably didn't help that matter.
3. Church and lunch with in-laws. We do this most every Sunday, part of the reason we wanted to move closer to home in the first place. I grew up going to my Grandparents' for Sunday dinner, Paul's nieces and nephews did the same. I wanted my children to have this type of connection, as well.
4. ZOO!! We went to the Knoxville Zoo, two hours away. It's not the best zoo in the world, but for Owen's reaction, it was absolutely worth every minute and every penny. She was so excited and had the best time. I am continually amazed at this child's capacity for joy. While we were surrounded at each turn by children who were hot, tired, and whiny, my girl stayed happy and excited, despite her exhaustion. She was a pleasure to spend the day with. (By the way, Barrett did great, too, riding along with us, bright eyed and cheerful.)
[Note: I didn't take very many photos at the zoo. I decided to spend my time enjoying the trip rather than trying to capture it.]
5. Eat watermelon. Well, duh, it was Independence Day, after all.
6. Eat ice cream. At the zoo, naturally. Our usual finale to a family outing.
7. Pay bills. Did it. Had to.
8. Sit on porch. Yup.
9. Make homemade rosemary bread. Didn't do this one. I meant to, still do, just haven't gotten around to it. I did make zucchini bread tonight (we're overrun with zucchini) and helped Paul make a blackberry cobbler. We plan to present them at Sunday lunch tomorrow.
10. Make homemade lemonade. Did it. Found out it wasn't any cheaper and didn't have any less sugar than if I had made it from a powder. It tasted pretty good, though, and Owen liked it.
11. Pick blackberries. We stopped along the road to Dad's old house, the truck piled high with his belongings, picked and ate while we waited for Dad and his friends to catch up. Paul picked more today, enough for the cobbler mentioned in item 9.
12. Eat blackberries. See above. Didn't eat nearly enough, however. We must get more.
13. Sleep in. Yes, oh yes, to the blissful hour of 7am two days and nearly 8am one day! Heaven.
14. Find some fireworks to watch. We kept the kids up late and went to the downtown 4th celebration of our little town. Best fireworks show I've ever seen. My favorite part: Owen's face as each one lit the sky. She was thrilled. We were so close, I felt I needed to cover Barrett's delicate ears; however, she fell asleep in my arms amidst resounding booms.
15. Play in a creek. Didn't do this one, but we do it so often I feel no sense of loss over it. We went for a hike on the Blue Ridge Parkway instead.
16. Figure out how to navigate the room (Barrett). Rolling gets that baby far. Put her down and minutes later she's across the rug, making a break for it. She's getting closer to crawling. Gets the butt up, hangs in the air a bit, plops back down and pushes her head up. She can't seem to get both up at the same time. Yet.
My God, how fast it all goes by.