on my mind...

merriwether's very literal interpretation of "hay ride".

harper, merriwether, and calvary on the much anticipated hay ride.

merriwether, harper, and calvary outside of poole's.

harper, merriwether, and calvary with the man himself, oscar poole.

the "pig hill of fame"

this weekend we took a trip to georgia. harper had a few extra days off of school so we headed down on friday and did not make it home until after 10 on sunday. it was probably the most action the kids, and i, have had since we went to the beach in july. we are usually MUCH more low key, but it is fun to splurge on excitement every once in a while...

jacob had plans from before we even arrived until we left...i know that must have been taxing, but he handled the crazy extra amount of people and excitement with composure...i don't think i could have done the same. some people are planners and others are not. i'm not.

my favorite part of the weekend was a visit to poole's barbecue in ellijay, ga. i know that i can not rightfully describe the experience that a person has once arriving; pictures do not even do it justice. all i can say is that there is no place like it in the world.

harper's favorite part was visiting the pumpkin patch. the pumpkin's were huge...

calvary's favorite part was the hay ride. and playing on the stair's banister with his blanket and grandad.

kyle's favorite part was visiting a restaurant in chattanooga called the good dog.

oliver jack's favorite part was not being subjected to 7 hours of car riding and long, napless days. he stayed with nana and poppa and had the time of his life. of course i missed him terribly. it was the longest, by far, that we have been away from him since birth. i still think he is a little mad at me for abandoning him. maybe that is just my own guilt. right now he is punishing me by crying in his crib instead of taking a nap...

i'll take him next time.

hunter filled the void while i was away from oliver jack. he is such a sweet and cuddly little boy and he let me hold him as long as my arms could stand it! merriwether was also a joy to be around. i can still here her sweet voice tell me, "no, tassie, no. it is not naptime anymore." how different would my life be if my name was indeed tassie...