The wedding was a lot of fun, too, especially seeing old friends again. My best friend from high school, Debi, has a three month old daughter who made an appearance at the reception. She's so adorable, and so tiny! It's funny, I know that Abby has grown a lot in the last year, but I tend to forget just how tiny she really was until I see a little baby again. Astronaut is going to seem so small! While we were at the wedding, Abby was busy entertaining Adam's parents and his aunt and uncle who stopped by for the evening. We're told she did a great job, playing and dancing with everyone!
Sunday Adam's grandparents came for the afternoon, and we celebrated his grandma's birthday. Abby was pretty shy around them at first, but when Grandma started giving her grapes, she suddenly got a lot more friendly.
One of Abby's favorite things this weekend was a digital organ Adam's parents have that has a few different songs programmed into it. She danced and danced and danced, all weekend long! All her stuffed animals got to dance with her too, since they like to do whatever she likes to do.
These days we travel at night so that Abby will sleep on the car ride, so it was pretty late when we got home on Sunday night. By the time we got the car unloaded, our little ones put to bed/condo, and got to bed ourselves it was a little past midnight. Around 4 o'clock, I woke up when Adam jumped out of bed, grabbed his glasses, and turned on the light. Then I saw what had made him get up - a bat flying around our room! I wasn't awake enough to think super clearly, which is good because I didn't scream (which seems to be surprising to everyone) and wake up Abby, I just ran out of the room, hoping that it wouldn't land in my hair on my way out. So we ended up spending one more night on the air mattress in the east room, and in the morning Adam went up there and killed the bat with a broom and a sledgehammer. I was a little nervous about going to bed last night, but it was incident free, so hopefully that was just a one-time occurrence!
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