The happy travelers have collected their mini cowboys and returned to the home front. We had a great time in the Smokies, and from all reports, the boys had just as great a time at Granna's.
THE CABINThe front porch would have been so very inviting had it not been 29 degrees...
THE FOOD
THE BILTMORE
THE SHOPPING
The vacation was a much needed time of relaxation.....except for all of the arguments. Oh, no. The arguments weren't between me and Dave. All of the arguments went on between Dave and the TomTom.
Before we could go anywhere, he had to ask ole Tom what was the best way to get there, and then sit in the parking lot and argue with it until it agreed with the way he wanted to go in the first place. Sometimes I wonder about modern technology...
Now we're back to reality. The day after we got home Carson brought me back into the whole Mommy thing with a bang. He picked styrofoam berries off my centerpiece and promptly stuffed them up his microscopic nostrils. It was kinda wild for a little while but let's just say it's all OK now and the nostrils seem to be clear and functioning properly.
Guess the dreamy vacation's OVER...





I love it because it is SO not real. It's just a mere dream of mine. The boys look so blissfully content to be snuggled up together. So calm...so peaceful...so cozy...So far from the truth. And the blue eyes. Man, I love those eyes! But why live in some fantasy world? This is just so NOT their personalities. (sniff, sniff...excuse me while I grab a
It won by a landslide. I must admit that B is much more in line with their true character. These guys live life out loud. Personality just oozes out of them...well, especially the little one. So you all have helped me to settle an inner battle. I'll use "B" for the Christmas cards because it really does capture the "real" boys... and I'll hang a large matted "A" on the wall just to look at when they're having their wild and hilarious "B" moments. And really, "B" was my next choice anyway. 







The bribery did it's little trick, and they cooperated like little angels. But I'm finding out I wasn't as smart as I thought I was. I'm still cleaning up little tiny slivers of paper. These guys literally made confetti out of a pack of printer paper.