Sunday, August 29, 2010

Connecticut.

Ahhh...Connecticut. Is there any way we could move the state closer to California? Please? Cause we had a really great time, but the 7 or so hours of travel kind of stinks. Could we switch Connecticut with Arizona? But leave the desert and heat with Arizona. What we love about Connecticut is the lush green grass, tall oak trees and endless amounts of dirt. What else did we love? 
Grandpa and Grandma. Grandpa helped us swing, find the best acorns, made us delicious pancakes, threw us loads and loads of pitches when it wasn't raining, let us pick all the tomatoes and cucumbers out of the garden. Grandma promised to make us new winter hats with all the colors, a puppy sweater for winter, and made us some delicious blueberry muffins...
Cousins. Gracie- can you PLEASE stop getting bigger? Please? But continue to have super fun camping sleepover birthday parties, complete with a super fun trampoline that I wish we had space for in our yard here. We will be there next year for your *sniff sniff* 9th. Stop it. Right now!
Oh, Oliver. You are just about the sweetest little monkey in the whole wide world. Your little bobble head, your cute toes, your baby smell. We were in love. The kids have decided that, with all these babies around us, that we should have another baby. When I tried to explain that there was no way I was ever going to have another baby, no way no how, nope, not doing it, they let me know that they would carry it at the beach and dress it for us. Well, I guess that kind of makes the decision easier. I think we'll get a puppy instead. 
Did you know Connecticut has the best mud? Hopefully we left some there.
Lobstahs!
On the last day that we were there, I took the kids to one of my favorite places to go to in the summer growing up- Salem Valley Farms ice cream stand. Yum. Teigue tried 3 different flavors (2 cones and he stole my sundae).

Jayno just had one, but something tells me she slightly enjoyed it.
So, Connecticut, think about moving. The west ain't so bad.

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