Mommy came to visit this weekend!
I'm totally stealing her blog, but I'm tired and she said it all:
First, her home is beautiful--and it is a home, not merely a house. The structure is impressive: three large bedrooms, two bathrooms, a huge living room, a huge kitchen, and a nice-sized dining room. There's a laundry room and a two car garage (housing a ride-on mower and a large car from the 60s.) Vanessa cooks; Sammi cleans, so the girls are well fed and everything is spotless. The girls have furnished the house fully and warmly, mainly with antiques and collectibles from Vanessa's deceased grandfather. There are several impressive breakfronts filled with china and crystal, dark wood end tables, and lots of homey pictures. My favorite touch are the red glass charger plates with the double set of plates on top, making the table look like something out of Southern Living.
Yesterday we went to Yorktown, the tourist part, which is as touristy as you'd expect, with lots of little pubs and ice cream stores (my old friends Ben and Jerry were there. I love my home boys.) The beach there is beautiful, with a rocky breakwater sheltering a sandy cove. The girls had been to the museum a week or two before, so I decided not to make them see it again. We did see some real history, notably the oldest pottery in north America, dating back to the late 18th century. It's been excavated (about 85%) and carefully recreated. The guide was knowledgeable and patient.
Then we found the Costco, making Sister Debbie proud, and filled the entire car with useful stuff (toilet paper, chicken breasts, chicken sausages, 25lb of flour, bread, yeast, vacuum cleaner) and fun stuff (hummus, sushi, nan, mango-peach salsa). Home, diner, collapse.
Today we visited the town and then we're off to a flea market in Richmond. Then home, the visit much too brief. My baby has done well for herself.