Last weekend we all piled into Perdie and took a small road trip to Milledgeville to visit the Grandparents Allen. Perdie was a trooper and managed to carry Sam, the two dogs, Bill, myself, all our luggage and still look beautiful. Hoorah for Perdie! This was the first time we’d let the dogs near her and after having a great dog free first three months she is now covered in hair and well and truly dogified. Oh well. What’s the point of having a car if you don’t use it? Hopefully I see more trips for the dogs in Perdie’s future now, especially as I now have a parking pass for Georgia’s State Parks and am determined to use it.
Of course, it was Bill’s first Father’s Day on Sunday. He spent it having a very relaxing lazy day on the couch watching the World Cup (watched the England match this morning too…GOOOO ENG-GER-LAND!! I am waving the flag of St George from our front door and Sam has been sporting red nappies in allegiance) with his son.
Sam gave him a present of a little concrete frog to go in the front yard and keep his monkey fireman company.
While we were there he also dug through piles of old photos looking for pictures of little Bill. We took Ed and the scanner with us so he also spent some time scanning a lot of family photos for preservation. Mary was already visiting when we arrived so we also got to see her (Quince is crazy for Mary and was especially pleased to see, and sniff, her), and she had a lot of fun browsing through the old photos too.
On Sunday afternoon I put Sam in the stroller and Fran and I took him for a walk in the shopping mall over the road from the house. It was nice to have a wander and Sam seemed to really love looking at all the different lights in the ceiling. With his grandma watching over him I was even able to try some stuff on and buy myself a couple of items to stop myself feeling so drab and mumsy.
Grandpa and Grandma treated us to a delicious Father’s Day meal at Applebee’s before we headed back up to Atlanta. It was a bit deja vu as I ended up hiding behind the menu giving Sam his milky milky again! As always he was a cherub once his tummy was sated and happily nodded off in his stroller while the rest of us ate.
Three generations of male Allens on Father’s Day
Unfortunately because we were in Milledgeville I didn’t get to phone my own daddikins that day. I hope he knows just how much I love him though. Big, big hugs to pater. Here he is at Amicalola Falls when he visited. I like this photo.
Oh, on webcam today Mum and Dad were commenting on how much Sam looked like me when he made certain faces. Well, this week Bill and I were thinking that he is beginning to remind us quite a bit of my daddy. It’s the line of his eyebrows that’s doing it I think. Mary, on the other hand, is adamant that he is the spitting image of Bill when he was little.