Friday night we went to Billie’s house for an amazing brisket Susie’s husband, Steve, slaved away making for, like, twenty-four hours. This was Ali’s first visit to her grand-mere’s. She was unusually awake and active throughout, feeding twice without drifting off (more or less unheard of).
Ugh, I feel bad about my lack of writing lately….pictures are much easier to post. Plus, they sat 1000 words or whatever, right? It’s hot here tonight, or maybe that’s just because I’ve been cooking this half-turkey for two-and-a-half or so hours. Anyway, it needs to be checked and I’m suddenly completely overheated.
Some notes on these pics: Ali is the same size as Tony’s sandwich, the quilt was lovingly made by Great-grandma Swalla and turned out great, can you tell the boys had been swimming?, and Ali loves to suck on fingers…even if they’re not her own!