As Pappy--Mike's geat grandfather, Rhonda's Dad's dad--'s health has been deteriorating, we wanted to go see him while we had the opportunity. So Sunday, we loaded up the car and headed east.
For the first half of the trip, the kids generally slept--we got McDonald's breakfast, which I haven't had in who knows how long...is it just me, or does the southern style chicken biscuit have the faint taste of pickles? Ah, well, anyways...
We made a stop over in Abilene to change the babies and congratulate Jarrod and Julia on getting pregnant--YAY! for babies!--and travel the last leg of the trip, the hour to Eastland.
The kids start freaking out, poor things. They are tired of being in the car, they want to be held...
We go out to lunch with Rhonda's Aunt Ann and Uncle Butch, to this little Italian restraunt by the name of Valentinos. It was like nothing I have ever tasted, one might say--Mike got the alfredo canolli, and I got the pasta sampler with the lasagna, canolli, and manicotti. Emerald ordered cheese raviolis with no sauce, but she didn't touch it.
Afterwards, we went back to gigi and pappy's and had a nice visit. For the most part, one of us was chasing Emerald, who gleefully rampaged throughout the house, and the other kept an eye on the Gabe, but we still managed to socialize a bit.
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