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There's no place like home, but boy did we have a good time! I took a few pictures to document our adventures over the last week. Might I suggest a trip to the bathroom and acquisition of a snack before you begin ....

Milk? Check. Kitty? Check. Ready to hit the road!

First stop, Fountain Place to visit our dear Sandersons.

Andrew fell in love with all of them, as would be expected.

Andrew took what I hope to be the most disturbing picture of me. Ever.

Also during our visit, we had the pleasure of discovering a new family member. May I introduce to you Melvina Pork Bag.

You would not believe the hours we spent anguishing over her name. The process went into the nighttime hours, so the names just got better & better. Here's a sampling:

The Chivalrous Giblet

Jennifer Lopez Dispenser

Scurvy Rickett

Vandy Stick-Noodle

Odious Vapor

Lucifer McNut

Ultimately Melvina was chosen - the intriguing name of one of my mom's 3rd graders. And how do you pass up a last name like Pork Bag?

Melvina enjoyed the Fountain Place hospitality...

...attempted to nest in Brent's hair ...

...and found out the hard way that wandering alone down a
dark mantle at night isn't as safe as it once was.

Andrew feasted upon Auntie's amazing cooking (in this instance, a freshly baked banana muffin).

He fell asleep within 15 minutes of being on the road again
(even though it was only 10:30 am).

We had the joy of stopping at my Nana and Papa's for a wonderful lunch.

Then on to Johnsonville we went for some sweet time with
my parents (Andrew's Nana & Grandpa). Andrew adored the
wide open spaces to run & play.

We got to have dinner with my Mema on Mother's Day.

Andrew taught Nana the art of playing "crash," a game that involves flinging yourself dramatically on the bed. It became part of the evening ritual.

He also honed his somersault skills. Look at that form!

We visited Nana's class one afternoon, and Andrew
was a big hit on the playground.

Miss Pork Bag thoroughly enjoyed the chips at the Mexican restaurant. We're still working on manners.

One afternoon we went strawberry picking with Nana in the fields

only a few miles from my parent's home.

And Grandpa took us to the beach on his day off.

Though warned about the evils of excessive sun exposure,

Melvina insisted on laying out sans sunscreen.

Precious loved the pier, both below ...

...and above.

Grandpa took us to Sam's Corner for hot dogs and onion rings.

It was biker weekend, so just crossing the street was an adventure.

A generous soul, Grandpa shared his footlong.

The day came where we had to load up again and make the long trek home. Fortunately Uncle Jeff and Aunt Jessie left us a key to their house, which made for a wonderful pit stop. I think The Precious could have spent hours admiring his reflection in their guest room mirror.

Here he is brushing his hair with one of those foot scrubber/pumice stone things he found in the bathroom.

He also took full advantage of their back yard. Pine cones are the best!

And he was determined to play on their haunted swing set.

Though glad to be home with Daddy, we're missing all of you loved ones we were so fortunate to visit. Thank you for making our trip so much fun!