Though it was a quick trip, we squeezed in as much family time as possible. Andrew got to play with his cousins, spend time with his Granny, his Papa and his Grandma, and we watched Uncle Jordan graduate from UVa. It was a really nice week, and we can't wait to come back in a few months. I've already blocked the emotionally scarring airplane trip from memory.
Andrew had an especially fun time with his Uncle George. Andrew liked UG's jokes, and is still asking me, "Who took my juice???"
It's family tradition to blend the mashed potatoes at turbo speed and watch the potatoes hit the ceiling. Yes, this is the Polish side of my family (no comments, please). Usually, George volunteers for this duty, but since he didn't get to make this trip, my dad blended in his honor. Here ya go, George. This potato is for you!
Here he is-- the Graduate.
One day, little boy... one day.
