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November 18th, 2010
We spent last weekend in Pinetop visiting Ant’s parents at their wintery cabin. It was reallyreallycold. For as much as I complain about the heat in the summertime, I really cannot take the freezing climate either. Although it is nice for a switch-up once in a while.
Highlights of our trip include:
* Playing Christmas music on the way up the mountains, warm soy latte by my side and crochet hook in my hand. The whole way up, that’s what I did. Ahhh…
* Seeing Ella with her grandma and grandpa. I feel like they miss out on each other more than they should because we live three hours away. Visits tend to be restricted to special occasions and holidays.
But then we only live three hours away…we’re going to work to make it more often.
* Regardless, Ella was so taken with Ant’s mom. The whole way up, she talked about how she was going to give her a big hug and kisses. The entire weekend, if grandma was around, Ella’s hand was in hers. (Why do other females always trump Mommy’s hand??)
* Ella’s reaction to Grandma’s “oofies.” A mopey old Basset Hound (formerly ours), and a pony-sized Golden Lab. They couldn’t get enough sniffs and licks on her and each time they’d come near, she’d flinch, fold up her arms, turn, and run anywhere she could. It was so cute. And hilarious, like she thought they were so disgusting. But by the end of the weekend, she was yelling at them – “Zeek, what you doing here?” and “Det down! Det down now!”
* Sharing our bed with Ella Faye. This is something we don’t do at home. Ant and I value our time together, anywhere it may be, and it works best for all of us for her to sleep in her own bed. But being an unfamiliar place, we let her crawl in cozy with us and it was so nice. The first night there, I was awake half the night because every time I’d go to sleep I’d dream there were spiders in my hair. (What does that mean??) So I’d lay there and stare at her little sleeping face.
The second morning, she woke me up with a soft little kiss on the cheek. Then she gently patted my tummy and crawled back to snuggle next to Daddy on his pillow. That is a sweet memory I will not ever forget.
* Driving an hour to get to the tortilla shop! We are starting to do this every time we visit and I think it’s a tradition we are going to have to keep up. Especially when I can have sugar and as many carbs as I want. Next door to the tortilla shop is a little family run Mexican bakery with the most beautiful delicate sweet breads. Oh my gosh, for the reals. They are so good. See here:
Those thick slices of bread up there? Topped with a heavy layer of creamy vanilla bean butter and sprinkled with sugar. Sounds so simple but it is amazing. Those are my favorites. This time I only took one bite but come January, I am eating the whole enchilada -err- sweet bread.
* Ella loved them too. I gave her a piece of a cinnamon bun and it was like watching a cartoon, the way the thing disappeared into her mouth. Then she gave me the real and true stink eye when I told her I was cutting her off. She ate enough to make up for my share.
* The rest of the weekend was filled up with eating and movie watching and antiquing and eating and relaxing and warm sips of cozy drinks.
It was a really lovely weekend and I feel blessed to have such warm and caring in-laws.
It’s nice to be reminded where my good man came from.
We took these photos on an afternoon walk in hopes of counteracting the few bites of sweetness I’d had earlier in the day. It was cold and my allergies went crazy in the brittle field. We’d hoped to get more photos of the trip but just as we were taking these photos, we ran out of battery. Isn’t that just the way?
