Jason has a job interview in New York this week and so we packed up the kids, jumped in the car and drove everyone out for a little surprise trip to Connecticut to see Grandma and Grandpa. Such spur of the moment shenanigans are not our typical behavior, but it was kinda fun to decide to go one day and leave the next. A simply splendid time is being had by all. The kids can't get enough of Grandma and Grandpa, we've played with cousins, worked in
Aunt Tam's gift basket "warehouse," visited our old ward, had a playdate with some old friends, eaten our weight in junkfood and generally had a swell time. Its fun to have cousins to mess around with. Tegan and Eamon are quite taken with Brendan, but seem to be a little afraid of me and Jason. The other night, they both spent the night and Grandma's with us and around 7 or so the next morning, Brendan started to cry. As we were getting up to deal with him, I heard Eamon calling from the hall, "Hey.................. whoever is in there......................... your baby is crying!" Dani and Evan are both quite enamored of Eamon or "Amen" as Evan calls him. They both want to sit by him and play with him and share things with him. Poor boy will soon be completely overwhelmed, I'm sure.

It seems that I've had enough time away from the area to appreciate its finer points. The trees and hills and rocks used to drive me crazy because they obstructed the view of everything -- now, I realize how pretty they are. I used to hate most of the houses around here because they were old and run down. Now I realize that was mostly just MY house and while I do prefer newer homes at least here the houses aren't cookie-cutter copies of each other. Real estate prices are heart stoppingly high, but the taxes are actually lower here than they are in Plainfield! Trumbull had lots of great community niceties -- parks and pools (which were FREE for residents) and classes for kids. The stores that never used to be good enough for me now make me a little nostalgic (aww... there 's the store where we bought Evan's dresser. And that's the nursery where we got mulch in the spring.) And now they even have a TARGET just a few miles from my old house! If they'd built that before we moved, I might never have left! I always complained about being lonely, but seeing what friends I had makes me feel stupid for not appreciating them at the time and ten years of familiarity has made me recognize that maybe my sister-in-law isn't 100% wack job (only 75% :D) and we actually have some stuff in common! What sweet justice this will be for any of my Connecticut readers who probably couldn't wait for me to leave so I'd quit my incessant whining (as I have felt many times about my friends who can't stand Plainfield and want to return to Zion with all their whiney litttle hearts), but I will freely eat my humble pie. It's not such a bad place. It has its good points. I should have tried harder to be happy and content here. Maybe its easier to feel this way because I have found a place that it is easy to be happy and content in and I know there is nothing forcing me to move away from there, so I can see the good in other places a little more clearly. Maybe its a case of, great-place-to-visit-but-I-wouldn't-want-to-live-there gone amuck. Whether or not I could ever live here again, though, its definitely a good place to visit -- especially when I can only concentrate on the good things about it and not have to deal with any of the stresses!