To market to market to buy a fat pig...

HOME AGAIN HOME AGAIN JIGGITY JIG!!!

I TOTALLY know what they mean! I jiggity jigged when I finally got home from our trip to Pennsylvania last night. Rather, early this morning.

We left the morning of the 26th and drove for two long, fun days to see Andy's family. Our kids are great travellers, and we like a good road trip, (plus I don't have to drive), so if some of you are imagining a nightmare, that is NOT what we experienced. The kids went nuts in Tennessee when they saw snow on the ground. We actually stayed in Chattanooga at the end of the first day. I liked that little city. I learned that nobody actually knows the meaning of the name Chattanooga other than it comes from the Indian word for something or another. Fascinating. Plus, in Tennessee they have half a town. True! Bristol is half in Tennessee and half in Virginia. Cahrazy.

Once established at my in-laws house with all sorts of family there, Andy took Charlotte and Gabe to DC. They saw the White House, a frozen river that they threw sticks at, and the Smithsonian. They adored it. Claire wanted to stay behind to spend the day with her cousins. She went to Chili's and Bounce U. She repeatedly declared it was the best day of her life. A future in civil service? I think not.

Then, we all went up to NYC together. Naturally, it wasn't a perfect trip due to our poor planning and timing and whatnot, but who cares! It was New York! We saw the Statue of Liberty from the car windows, stepped out of the subway practically at the foot of the Chrysler Building, and went up to the Botanical Gardens for this gorgeous train exhibit. What it really is is all these landmarks of NY (Penn. Station, The Skyline, The Statue of Liberty, etc.) recreated - smaller of course - in natural materials like bark, pinecones, twigs, and fungi. It is simply incredible. And train tracks are wound all around the displays so miniature trains are just chuggin along in and out of the scenery. The bridges of Manhattan, like the Brooklyn Bridge, are so big that you actually walk underneath them. The kids loved. We walked, took a bus, and spent a great deal of time on the subway. Our kids are such good little pedestrians!

PLUS PLUS PLUS, we had dinner in Harlem with my dear dear friend from college and her family. Her kids and ours hit it off immediately and were running, screaming, playing banshees for the rest of the night. It was so perfect.

The trip home was just as fun, but after 12 days away, there ain't no place like home! Plus, my sweet momma bought us some staples like milk and bread, eggs and fruit, so we don't have to sit our butts in that dang car again first thing when we wake up! Thanks, Mom!

I haven't looked at the mail or the answering machine or the laundry. I haven't unpacked or even gotten dressed. I'm relishing not having to wear clothes every minute! I'm slowly taking a few ornaments off the tree each time I pass it, eating up the last of the holiday candy in preparation for Operation To Market To Market*, and just enjoying being in my own home. It doesn't matter how dumpy it is, it is mine.

*Ah yes, To Market To Market to buy a fat pig. I weigh the same, so I don't know if it is a trick of the nasty Pennsylvania light, or they have an Evil Mirror, or I have traded in muscle tone for equal amounts of fat, but what I saw out of the shower on this vacation was disgusting to me. I swear to you, I have never looked that dimply and saggy in my own mirror at home! True! And I can't stand it. Okay, I am sure I can stand it because I am lazier than your average bear, but I am going to add working out to my life, I swear I am, this year. And I am going to go back to my healthier eating habits, if I can remember how. As I recall, it included a lot of shopping for fresh food, preparing of fresh food, and snacking on fresh food. High maintenance, but I was not okay with what was curdling on my thighs, butt, and belly on the East Coast. And to make matters worse, everybody on the east coast is skinny. True! I could tell we had drifted into the south when we stopped for gas and everybody was nice and soft and plump again. To be totally fair (and rude), we may be fatter down here, but there are WAY more pretty people down here. I ain't kiddin'. Just the general masses are prettier. Rude, I know, who cares. Common courtesy ain't part of Operation To Market To Market.

Let me list the states we were in on this trip for posterity's sake. Actually, my kids keep asking, and I keep forgetting, so I am writing it down now:

Texas

Louisiana

Mississippi

Alabama

Georgia (just the corner)

Tennessee

Virginia (the kids didn't like this part - they said Virginia took too long)

West Virginia (just a sliver)

Maryland (an even smaller sliver)

Pennsylvania

New Jersey

New York

Here is a picture of Penn station and one of the bridges at the train exhibit. You can't tell, but Penn station is, like, 3 feet long and two feet high (ish), and you can make out the people walking under the bridge. The pictures are total crap, but that's what I got. You can't tell, but everything is made out of bark and stuff, even the bridge. Plus, trains went across the bridge:



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