This past weekend our family (holy crap I have my own family!) went to Port Angeles to visit my Oma and Opa, it was his 84th birthday. They had not seen Emma either so it was a double treat.
Wow were there were times when I watched my family interact and saw it as crazy-ness.
Whoever had either the loudest voice or strongest opinion was the one whom everyone listened to. There was not such a thing as a quiet moment this past weekend. My Oma made all my favorite dishes and I ate like a horse; the bad thing is that I watched her make all the food so now I can make them myself! I would love to make dinner for whomever and use them as my ‘Ginny pig taster’…:)
Even though it took a little more than 5 hours to get there, the mattress kept leaking air and Emma had a hard time relaxing, we had a blast! As we were leaving I was ‘helping’ Travis put things in the car and Trav made the observation, “You just sounded like your Oma!” and I smiled and said ‘thank you’.
I’m not sure it was a compliment though…
As we pulled into our garage Trav and I breathed a sigh- there is nothing like coming home.
And because I didn’t have to make one meal, clean one plate or even change all of Emma’s diapers- today I cleaned the house from top to bottom. It’s amazing how recharged I feel.
Tonight’s agenda?- watch P.S. I Love You and eat left overs my Oma sent back with us.
…..And roast marsh mellows over candles 🙂 Nothing beats smores. …well perhaps chocolate fondue.