Friday night we drove to The Sticks to have a quick visit with my family en route to Harrisburg to see a friend. At 9:30 that night we pulled into the driveway of the new place that my brother and his girlfriend and her little boy just moved into a month or so ago. My Dad and his girlfriend were there, too, so it was nice to be able to visit with all of them in one fell swoop. Alas, I took no pictures. Oh well.
We only got to spend about an hour with them before going to my grandparent’s house to spend the night. It was already 10:30 and although they typically stay up until 11:00 or so, I didn’t want to force them to stay up to wait for us. Grandma can’t have company walk in the door without feeding them, so Mike and I had homemade chicken soup and chicken salad sandwiches for “dinner”. I’m not sure if it was that we ate so late that kept me awake most of the night, or if it was Mike’s snoring, or the fear of rolling over and making the ancient bed squeak. Maybe “all of the above” on that one.
We had a huge breakfast the next morning and spend time just talking and looking at old pictures. I always feel like my trips home are rushed because of attempting to see everyone in such a short amount of time, so it was nice to have a relaxing morning with nowhere to go.
Mike and I left their house early Saturday afternoon to go to Harrisburg to see my friend Amy. I’ve known Amy since third grade and she’s truly one of my best friends. She and her husband moved to Harrisburg a little over a year ago, and this is the first time Mike and I made it out there to visit. Plus, Amy had a baby this summer, an adorable little girl named Phoebe who we finally got to meet. Amy is what I call a “natural-born mother”–she’s always been a nurturer, a “mother hen”. Especially when I’d visit her in college and we’d go to some kickin’ parties and she would end up holding my hair back as I threw up after drinking too much (good times, those). And it’s not like it happened just once. Now THAT’S a true friend. But despite always knowing that she’d make a good mother, and despite her parents running an after-school daycare while we were growing up, and despite seeing her work at other daycares over the years and eventually becoming a teacher, it blew my mind to see her with her own child. Even though she’s always been surrounded by children, it was such a different experience to see her with HERS! She and her husband are such good parents. I have a feeling that it won’t be too long before I hear from her that baby #2 is in the works.
Feast your eyes on this precious little girl:
We took a tour of a local brewery that afternoon, which was mind-boggling (and got Mike interested in brewing his own beer again. Blech.) . I was so interested in the tour part that I almost forgot that we could buy samplers of the different beers afterwards. Almost. I highly recommend the Dreamweaver Wheat, by the way, although if you don’t live in PA or a nearby state, don’t bother to look for it.
Phoebe had a great time, even though this was her second trip to Troeg’s.
Beer-tasting is exhausting work, so we went out to dinner and chowed down on wings and cheeseburgers while Phoebe conked out in her carrier. i was too busy stuffing my face to take any pictures.
We had a great time that night talking and catching up in what’s been going on in everyone’s lives,discussing politics, and being silly.
Sunday morning Jeff and Amy made bacon and pancakes (from scratch–no Bisquick for them). I was sad to have to leave them to head back to Pittsburgh, but Jeff had some studying to do (for his very last Master’s class!) and we needed to get back to watch the Steeler game.
Sometimes I dread going away for the weekend. After working and running around all week, sometimes the last thing I want to go is spend a large portion of my time off in the car and/or away from home. But I looked forward to this particular trip for weeks and it seems like it just flew by too quickly. I’m already looking forward to my next visit with them!