Stomping Grounds Agenda...and In case you didn't know...

Mr. Marvelous and I grew up in the same town.

[And in case you didn't know, he graduated high school with one of my younger brothers two years after me. [Gasp.] And it's a good thing, because I look sooo much younger then him and will probably age sooo much slower then him too. Ahem! And I'm quite the kid at heart, so it all works, I'm tellin' ya.]


Now, where was I?

Oh, right..we lived in the same town. Well, he lived on the last roadway on the way out of town, and I past his house and 3 miles into the country. His mom and my parents still reside in the same houses we both grew up in--as well as his grandparents and my grandma--which makes for a full weekend of chocolate, soy milk, goodies, and cheek smooshing (for the little ones) when we come back to our good ol' stomping grounds.

In fact, usually, most times, we flipflop back and forth between our parents' houses during our stay. Mr. Marvelous has usually delegated Luke and himself to some sort of venture at his mom's house, a project that requires Luke to bring his shovel and flashlight, or whatever Luke thinks might be suitable to get the job done.

I most likely will start out at my parents house with a walk to my grandmother's neighboring farm that is at the bottom of our hill. We greet the cows, dodge cowpies in the barn, romp around in the hayloft, and accompany my dad on a tractor ride.

And so far, we've accomplished most all of this since we arrived yesterday morning. Plus, the little girls added one of their much loved wrestling matches--that Hazel obviously thoroughly enjoyed...




in the fallen leaves...




in my parent's backyard...

until big sister swooped in to save little sister from our tackling torpedo, Norah.

And tonight:

A High School playoff Football game. Tailgating Style. With Julia and Luke, Uncle "D" and some high school friends. And 30 degree weather. Time to break out the Long Johns.