Tickling the Ivories
Ah, you are wondering why it took me so long to blog about Thanksgiving. Picture: Sunday morning. Jason's parents and grandma leave. Jason and Missy collapse on couch to watch (from beneath our eyelids) the Redskins lose. Again. Missy frantically tries to write a paper, and eventually posts it on the class website with the subject line, "Yikes! This is a disaster! Help!" Missy packs her bags for Idaho. Monday. Jason and Missy wake up late and scramble around, trying to get to work on time. Missy gives in to the temptation to skip the gym at lunch and instead eats queso at Tortilla Coast with a friend. Missy goes to class and comes home, exhuberantly telling Jason, who is in bed, that her professor said her last paper was a "joy to read" (vast improvement over "plainly written"). After the euphoria wears off, she goes to sleep, because 4:45 am will come painfully early. Tuesday. It does come early. Jason drags himself out of bed to take Missy to the airport for her 6:40 flight, which leaves 40 minutes late and dramatically curtails her 55 minute layover in MSP. Missy sprints (as fast as she can with luggage--laptop=bad) from the G terminal to the C terminal and plops into seat 6A just in time...to attend her meeting with the new airport director in Boise minutes after arriving in Idaho.
Whew.
Obviously, the trip to Idaho was worth the headache, as you can see by the picture. Cole and I enjoyed our little piano duet. Actually, Cole isn't quite sure what to think of his Aunt Missy these days, but I can't decide whether that is because I'm absent or because he has developed a bit of attitude (albeit adorable attitude) since I last left in September. If only I could post the video of him taking Jenny's hand off the piano and putting it in her lap so that it was not next to his... I was certainly not "Mamamama" (translation: Cole's favorite person in the room, likely his Mama or his Granny, and, in a pinch, and only if Aunt Missy was the only other option, Aunt Jenny), but if I lured him with dried mangos and a good book ("Put Me in the Zoo," for example, or "Bears on Wheels"), he would decide that sitting on my lap wasn't such a bad thing after all.
At least I made Jenny feel good--apparently until I arrived he wouldn't give her the time of day!
Some crazy black ice on the road between Boise and Eastern Idaho transformed a really busy work week into a very calm work week. That made it fun to hang out with my mom and dad, sisters and brothers-in-law, and brum-brumming nephew. A foretaste of Christmas.
Whew.
Obviously, the trip to Idaho was worth the headache, as you can see by the picture. Cole and I enjoyed our little piano duet. Actually, Cole isn't quite sure what to think of his Aunt Missy these days, but I can't decide whether that is because I'm absent or because he has developed a bit of attitude (albeit adorable attitude) since I last left in September. If only I could post the video of him taking Jenny's hand off the piano and putting it in her lap so that it was not next to his... I was certainly not "Mamamama" (translation: Cole's favorite person in the room, likely his Mama or his Granny, and, in a pinch, and only if Aunt Missy was the only other option, Aunt Jenny), but if I lured him with dried mangos and a good book ("Put Me in the Zoo," for example, or "Bears on Wheels"), he would decide that sitting on my lap wasn't such a bad thing after all.
At least I made Jenny feel good--apparently until I arrived he wouldn't give her the time of day!
Some crazy black ice on the road between Boise and Eastern Idaho transformed a really busy work week into a very calm work week. That made it fun to hang out with my mom and dad, sisters and brothers-in-law, and brum-brumming nephew. A foretaste of Christmas.
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