I made it a full 7 months before leaving my sweet girl for a night. As much as I knew I would miss our littlest one (and the big guy too), I could not wait to get out of town and to a hotel for a few nights. No dishes to wash, laundry to do, house to clean, little mouths that want to eat around the clock, temper tantrums, screaming at the sight of me leaving the room. Long story short, a peaceful, relaxing weekend. By Saturday morning I was bored out of my mind. Dale was occupied with wedding duties all weekend so I was left on my own for the most part. I did Christmas shopping, walked around every mall and shop I could find, an even called my poor dad just to talk 3 different times before lunchtime.
Grady and Caroline had a fun filled weekend with Nana and Grandy which culminated in the 2 grandmothers jumping on the opportunity to get pictures of the grandchildren together. Here are a few good ones:
My smiley, happy girl.
One of the token cheesy Christmas shots they always make you take, even after you insist that you are not there to buy Christmas pictures.
Yes, I would love some milk said the bottomless pit. (I heard she also ate a whole cup of ice cream after they left)
Funny brother. He can make her laugh and grab her attention like no one else.
Not my little baby anymore...
And this is when Caroline let them know that she was done. Check out those sad eyes with circles underneath. The girl needs her beauty sleep!
While the kids were busy being spoiled, we got to see a miracle happen right in front of us. Robby McNair finally got married. I think pigs flew by the window of the church. I never, ever thought I would see the day. Even his poor mom was celebrating after the vows were all said and done.
Dancing with my handsome husband. But the best part of the night was when Robby finally convinced Dale to liven up the party with his now infamous shirtless dance.
And I was the lucky girl that got to take this guy home at the end of the night.
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