Six Days

The past six days have been somewhat of a blur to me. Aaron was told last Monday that he would be going out of town Thursday. Thursday was the day that my parents were flying in and they were staying with my sister. My sister was sick and needed help picking my parents up from the airport so Grace and I made the decision to go up and stay with my sister for the weekend rather than kickin' it in an empty apartment and driving back and forth.

It doesn't matter whether you're 20 miles from home or 2,000 miles from home, when you're gone, you're gone and my brain took up a permanent residence in vacation mode.

It felt like one big sleepover, which was pretty rad. We made cookies and stayed up late, watched movies, chatted, and then woke up and ate cookies for breakfast. Maybe that last part was just me.

I'm telling you, we party hard.

Cade's cousin was in town and was staying with us for the weekend as well. This only increased the awesome-sauce sleepover feeling. At one point we had 7 adults and 4 kids in the house.

Landon and Grace are a few months apart. We subjected them to lots of kisses. What is it about little ones kissing that is so incredibly adorable? "Gracie give Landon some kisses."

I'm not sure how Landon felt about the situation.

The following group pictures were taken "Texas Style" sitting in the bed of Scott's truck. I'm just sad we didn't have cowboy hats and guns to hold. Maybe next time.

Aaron flew home that Sunday and joined us for dinner, although he missed "Texas Style" picture taking (I know he is super torn up about that...).

Then Monday rolled around. You know how you go out of town and forget that you have responsibilities and things to take care of? Yeah, I definitely pushed those aside. Monday was a rude awakening. I wrote many an email starting with, "I'm sorry things have been crazy." I also made the mistake of taking Tylenol PM last night to stop my brain from going a thousand miles a minute and now it feels like my brain neurons are traveling through molasses.

Let's not end on a sour note, eh? Guess what is back.... They are just half piggies, but they are there and I'm in love. Grace requested to take a picture with her "doggie." Don't see it? It's the tiny blue speck in the picture. Do I dare mention that I may or may not be obsessed with the bow in her hair? I takes every fiber of my being to not buy out everything in Avery's Bows etsy shop (seriously).

(And yes, in case you were wondering, those are pink Toms--courtesy of the incredible Jillian Coons)

Happy Tuesday.