We're home (sniff sniff)
Well, we're home.
ugh.
Since returning home less than 24 hours ago, 3 people have asked me, "Are you happy to be home and sleeping in your own bed again?"
Let's see.
It's raining, I have to unpack, raccoons got into my trash last night, the kids are bored, I have to go to Costco, and I miss my people.
They're crazy.
Every last one of them.
I love my Aunt Andie.
She's nuts. We found this hat while cleaning out a closet (we cleaned out a lot of closets last week.) It belonged to my grandfather, who died 9 years ago.
I just had to stick this in there. I love naked babies.
90 percent of the things in the house are from my grandma's childhood. Really.
That's why it's so much fun to clean closets there. A chair my great-great aunt used to paint in, an old metal milk jug, handkerchiefs embroidered with an "A" for Allen (my grandma's maiden name), an ink well from, well, when they used ink wells, an old meat grinder (this came home with me!), and a bag of fossilized squid bait from somewhere in the 80's.
I love Granny's closets!
Her next door neighbor, Rikki, is one of the most interesting women I know. She rides a bike everywhere, she collects white beach rocks, and she painted her house like this:
Everything inside the house is white and blue. Everything.
She is the picture of patience. She never complains when we are loud or messy.
And boy oh boy, are we loud and messy.
This is the front yard.
Seriously. I got to listen to waves as I fell asleep each night. My room at home's got nothing like this.
All of my children are crabbing at me right now that they're bored. Oh, how I wish I could say, "Go swim in the front."
It might not work so well.
ugh.
Since returning home less than 24 hours ago, 3 people have asked me, "Are you happy to be home and sleeping in your own bed again?"
Let's see.
It's raining, I have to unpack, raccoons got into my trash last night, the kids are bored, I have to go to Costco, and I miss my people.
They're crazy.
Every last one of them.
I love my Aunt Andie.
She's nuts. We found this hat while cleaning out a closet (we cleaned out a lot of closets last week.) It belonged to my grandfather, who died 9 years ago.
I just had to stick this in there. I love naked babies.
90 percent of the things in the house are from my grandma's childhood. Really.
That's why it's so much fun to clean closets there. A chair my great-great aunt used to paint in, an old metal milk jug, handkerchiefs embroidered with an "A" for Allen (my grandma's maiden name), an ink well from, well, when they used ink wells, an old meat grinder (this came home with me!), and a bag of fossilized squid bait from somewhere in the 80's.
I love Granny's closets!
Her next door neighbor, Rikki, is one of the most interesting women I know. She rides a bike everywhere, she collects white beach rocks, and she painted her house like this:
Everything inside the house is white and blue. Everything.
She is the picture of patience. She never complains when we are loud or messy.
And boy oh boy, are we loud and messy.
This is the front yard.
Seriously. I got to listen to waves as I fell asleep each night. My room at home's got nothing like this.
All of my children are crabbing at me right now that they're bored. Oh, how I wish I could say, "Go swim in the front."
It might not work so well.
posted by Alison at 6:49 AM
6 Comments:
Well, I'm glad your back! Sorry I missed our date to Stew Leonards. I forget how long it takes me to eat through the things I buy. Looks like you had a fabulous trip though! And I hear you on the rain ... not cool.
Well, I can say go swim in the front, but it's not the same. I totally hear you, my friend. LOUD and CLEAR.
I miss being there...and I was never even there! Next year can I come?
That looks so much fun!! I'd miss it there...want to go to the beach?
You need to camp with me then you'll be happy to be home and sleeping in your own bed. :)
I sympathize most with you on the Costco thing. Esp. because I KNOW exactly where that specific one is located and the terror that takes place inside :)
Coming away from family is so hard...
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