Yesterday was nice and expected, but not at all how I like to spend my vacation time. We ate breakfast at grandma's house, then drove to my mom's house. There we walked around the yard for a bit, and then went out for lunch. When we got home the baby napped and mom and I played "upwords". When the baby woke up we carved a pumpkin and roasted the seeds. Then we went to visit an aunt. Then we went back to my grandmother's for dinner. After dinner, C and I went for a little walk. Then we had raspberry pie. Then I gave her a bath. We played for a little more and then I brought my mom home. Then we came back to my grandma's, she and I talked for a bit, and C and I were in bed by 9:30.
Today is our last day in New York. Sometime right after lunch, C and I will pile into the car and take a ferry across the lake to Vermont. 15 minutes after that we should be pulling down the long driveway to my grandmother's house.
I'm going to miss my mom and my grandmother. Despite the fact that we conflict often, I know my mom means well and she genuinely cares about C and I. We just need more time to sort out how to fit in the same space. My grandmother has been nothing but kind, and accomodating, and generous. Despite being 76 years old, she's done everything she can to make us feel at home.
Vermont should be a nice change. My mom requires a lot of structure in order to be happy. If you've ever wondered where I get that side of me from, wonder no more. But toddlers (and as I'm starting to learn, happiness) and structure don't go together well. My Vermont family will be less strict and less demanding of our time which means we'll get a chance to just BE and enjoy this beautiful countryside and crisp, cool, air.
It's cold out and my laptop is in the car, so you don't get a photo today. But you can rest assured that C was very, very cute yesterday. She's taken to placing her forehead directly into whatever animal she see and shouting "hiiiiii, kitty!". Or, in the case of my grandmother's big brittney spaniel, "hiiiiiii, Mr. Jingles!".
Which reminds me. I should get a photo of C and Mr. Jingles before we head out again today. I'm sure she'd be happy to see those again.
My grandmother has so many old photo albums. Useless, perhaps, at the time. But so treasured now. It's encouraged me to start keeping digital albums of our adventures and days online. Not so much for right now, but to go back to later and remember.
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