It's Thursday morning. I took my parents to the airport yesterday morning for their very long trip back up north. We had a wonderful visit while they were here. My dad helped Nate make up plans for the pine log canopy bed he is making; installed our new dining room light and introduced George to geology by giving him a rock viewing magnifying thingie (gee, can you tell I have no clue about the stuff?) and teaching him about the differant types of rocks. My mother sewed the rocket ship room divider for the boys, complete with portholes for them to play peekaboo through, and sewed their star curtains to go with the space theme in their room. It looks very cool. We got new table and chairs while they were here and she also turned the big cardboard boxes from the chairs into a rocket ship, a racecar and a house. Maybe someday I'll be that creative. My father made bread for me the whole time they were here, which was wonderful because he is so much better at it than I am. He also made his world famous scandinavian cinnamon rolls, which can only be described as sweeeeet Heaven on earth. :) The most wonderful thing my parents did while they were here was to watch the kids for us so Nate and I could go away for the night on our sixth anniversary. It was the first time since we've been married that we've gone away without kids and without me being pregnant. But more about that later. I was so incredibly thankful that my parents could come, and not for all the stuff that they did for us. As I get older, I seem to get more sentimental and more (umm, what's the word?) almost homesick, but not for the place, just for the people. Every visit with them gets sweeter as time goes on. And slowly, (extremely slowly) Nate and my dad are building some sort of rapport. Neither of them are naturally good conversationalists or centers of attention, and Nate mumbles and my dad is hard of hearing, so that's just one more strike against them. Add to that fact that their personalities, while not conflicting, are almost completely opposite, and that doesn't make for very easy communication between them. But, this time was a little better. Maybe Christmas will be even better.

Our anniversary was wonderful. We went to church, and actually even made it to Sunday school, which we had missed the preceding week. After church, Nate's parents took us all out for lunch at a very crowded and badly-functioning-ac IHOP. It was fun, though, and always a nice treat to go out to eat. Then we went home and got the kiddos down for a nap and left. Of course, this trip away predicated upon my having pumped and stored enough milk for little miss Gracie to have while I was away, and that I could bring my pump and store and bring back my milk from my time away. Five minutes away from home I realized I had forgotten the cooler and milk storage bags. This was what prompted the big fight. Normally, my husband is extremely laid back and doesn't get too bothered by things like this. And yes, I readily admit it was my negligence that forgot things. So I asked him if we could stop at a store and get another little cooler. He said that my milk might have some intrinsic value to me because I produce it, but it doesn't cost us a dime, so I should just pump it and throw it away. I was completely opposed to this idea, but tried to keep civil and just asked him if he could just please stop somewhere. So, he slammed into Kroger and dropped me off at the door. I was almost in tears, becasue he just never gets mad at me, and this seemed so dum a thing to get upset over. Of course in Kroger, they didn't have coolers or milk storage bags, so I got some red creme soda and a pecan pie as a peace offering for my husband. By the time I got back out, he had cooled off, and when he saw the pie and soda, he was happy. I told him I hate it when he's mad at me. (And he hardly ever is, not because I don't deserve it, but that's just his personality). He smirked and said he realized about 10 seconds after he got upset that is was dumb. So I asked him why he hadn't just said that, to which he replied with a wicked grin, "Well, if we don't fight, how can we make up?" I laughed and asked him why he doesn't yell at me more often. He said he just doesn't think of it. :P (btw, I did end up saving my milk, I just put it in the washed out red creme soda bottle! :)

We got to our log cabin in Pine Mtn. and after not being able to use the keypad lock (come to find out the batteries were dead) Nate used his credit card and popped the door open. It was beautiful. There were three queen sized beds and a 2 person jacuzzi tub and we made gooood use of them all. We also went out to dinner and drank good coffee late into the night, and were able to start, and finish!!, several seperate and important conversations that we really needed to have. It was certainly the best anniversary we've had so far. It. was. wonderful. On Monday we went walking around some shops in Warm Springs and got some little things for my parents and for the boys.

That was my big happenings, my parents visit and my anniversary. I really need to post pictures, of the kids, of the cabin, of other things, too. Anyway, that will be for another time.