Our time here in Pennsylvania is coming to a close. It's been a great time. We've had the chance to visit family and friends, and even went to a Sams Family Reunion. We've done BBQs and eaten out. We've been sunburned (me and Matt, not the girls) and bitten by bugs (probably just me). We've been to the doctor (me and Naomi) and we've opted for natural options instead (Gentian Violet for nursing thrush works wonders). We've been prayed for in church, and we've dedicated little Naomi's life to the Lord at our home church here (along with her 16 month old cousin Evan).
And now begins the next "rush". That fabulous time before a trip home, where I'll spend my whole day trying to "funnel" our belongings back into the room we've stayed in. I've tried my very best to not allow the "wandering" that inevitably happens. But it has happened, and now I'll be darned [ooh hoo, watchyerlanguageyounglady] if I can find Naomi's one warm sleeper and my favorite winter weather long sleeved shirt anywhere. Harumph. My plan was to each have one warm outfit to bring with us - we arrived in them and we'll leave in them. I use that phrase loosely, as I well know I won't make it LA alive if I try to wear a long sleeved shirt when we leave Harrisburg, headed for Dulles on Wednesday morning! Oh dear summer, we're gonna miss you and your sweet temps! Back to the land o' claminess we go.
I'd love to live-blog the next few days. But alas, without Twitter on a mobile phone, or the where-with-all to get on the computer every half hour, it probably won't happen. I've pretty much given up on posting pictures until I get home and have internet access on my laptop again. Sorry if you were hanging out for updates in that regard.
Naomi is laughing and gigging now. Her smiles can easily be "worked for" and her giggles are hysterical. It seems she's a ticklish baby, since her collarbone, ribs, tummy, legs, knees, and even hips are time tickling targets. Blowing raspberries on her feet have also been known to produce giggles. And this little stinker apparently didn't get the memo that said babies don't roll over until about 5 months of age. Especially from their back to their tummy, since this requires my body control. See, Oceana rolled over a few times at 2 months old, but it was a fluke and she stopped doing it. Put Naomi on the floor for a minute and you'll see her flip from her back to her tummy in record timing and often flip again to her back. Ahem. "Excuse me madam, you're not supposed to do that yet."
I gotta go. I need to do some laundry, some packing, some cleaning, and a bit of shopping. It's gonna be an adventure in packing all the things we have acquired while we've been here. Wish me luck!