Jeremiah's maternal grandmother passed away this weekend and we spent most of this week with his family in a neighboring town commemorating her life.
She was a wonderful lady and will be missed by all who know her.
There were some good things and sad things about this week and weekend and here is what I have learned from this experience.
Jeremiah's momma kicks ass. I'm glad to have her in my life and glad she's here for my daughters and for Elijah.
My dad has a lot of ties.
There are numerous ways to tie ties, all difficult.
Panty hose and tights are surely of the devil's making. Burn them all now. If no one else wears them, then I won't have to either.
Being in a funeral procession is dangerous and not for the weak of heart.
There are not many vegetarian choices at restaurants. Also if you eat fish, you obviously have to eat it overcooked, covered in butter and bread crumbs AND oddly enough, orange juice.
Jeremiah will never recieve a satisfactory hair cut EVER in his lifetime. He will also swear heavily every time he gets one.
He's also incredibly handsome and I'm constantly overcome with the urge to kiss him. Right now he's upstairs in the bathroom and out of my reach...luckily for him cause I have some super noxious coffee/morning breath right now.
It's not appropriate to take photos at funerals/viewings so in order to get some photos of you, your son and your partner all gussied up, you have to take photos in the car. Or at the reception after the burial mass.
Also, my camera insists on whiting out my face, regardless of what setting I have it on.