Last weekend Aaron and I went back home. I still call my parents' house "home". Do you still refer to your parents' house as home? When my parents still lived in Philo, that was really going back home. Since they've moved to Mahomet, though, I still refer to it as home. I guess home is where the heart is, and where your mom and dad are, and where the good food is.
So we spent Saturday in Mahomet to help my mom do some painting. I requested ham & beans for lunch with cornbread. YUMMO! It's more of a fall meal, but there really is no bad time for ham & beans. A good friend of my mom's gave her a bunch of her kids' toys that they no longer play with. Have you ever cleaned hundreds of Legos in the tub? That is a day long process. But Aaron and Jackson have TONS of things to play with when we have get-togethers at mom and dad's.
My grandpa and grandma Thomas were on the last leg of their journey back from Montana, so they stopped by to see Aaron since it had been a couple of months since we'd seen them.
Starting my baby on corn bread early on - he loved it, of course
My grandma Thomas always has such good luck finding things at garage sales. Before Aaron was born she was on a mission to find me any and every size picture frame so I could complete my picture vignette going up my staircase. Now she is on missions to find good quality toys. She found this Radio Flyer trike. Aaron can't ride it yet, but he will be able to soon enough. Too soon. Stop growing!
Then we went to my actual hometown - Philo!!! This was impromptu on our part. My mom was going down to my aunt and uncle's house because there was a street dance, and of course we had to tag along. And, YES, I took the scenic route through town to my aunt and uncle's house. I had to show Aaron all of the sites....even if he was asleep in the backseat. OK,
I needed to see the sites. First stop, drive creepily slow by the house I grew up in. It still has the street address number wreath my mom made to go at the end of the drive. Then we drove by some of my old friends' homes, the home where I nannied the sweetest little girls ever - slow creepy drive by this house, too. Drove by the old cow farm where back in the day we used to always test out if the electric fence was on with pieces of straw. It was always on. We finally made it to the other side of town where my aunt & uncle live - this town is not very big. You can walk the perimeter without breaking a sweat.
We sat out on the patio, visited with the fam, grilled out, and smelled the sweet, sweet air that is Philo. It was so nice to be back
home.
"I love being in my mommy's hometown so much!!"