Camper is napping like a champ. We left him home with Grandma to go to the grocery store, etc. (a luxury that I’m enjoying while I have…not having to drag poor baby out into the cold or maneuver him around crowded stores) and when we got home his report read: sleepy. I just went in to check on him and he opened his eyes, looked at me, then sighed, smacked his lips, wiggled a wee and went back to sleep. I’m attributing it to a long car ride yesterday to CT to see family, and all the fun commotion that goes with said trip.
We visited for a bit with Auntie and Co. and The Bubbs seemed to enjoy himself mightly. So did I, as I got to eat this.
A regular grinder. Made with NOT GENOA salami. The food of my youth.
And Camper got to try and fall in love with this (the one he tried was red. Now they seem to only sell blue!):
Which just happens to be her Christmas present to him. Galloping fun jumperoo! It’s on it’s way!
Really it was just nice to visit with family and go back to the place where I was born, drive around to some of the houses I lived in and some of the schools I attended and catch up with people I don’t get to just chat with often.
The drive home yielded many an interesting conversation with John, my mother and ME. For instance…why do people buy those squishy toilet seats? And WHY and HOW do they always end up ripped, in the SAME SPOT?!? It seems like somewhere out there should design a cushy toilet seat (if they must) with an extra strong right frontal area…because I cannot count the number of times I’ve gone to someone’s house and had “to go”…and been disheartened, disturbed, really, to find myself sitting on their squish (how awful) with a piece of ripped vinal digging in to the area below my right butt cheek and above my right thigh.
Anyway. So yes. We indeed had a good time whilst in CT and during the commute.
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