The Hoffman Side of Life

It occurred to me this morning that I still haven't finished blogging our trip to NC. This will hopefully be the second-to-last installment about our grand adventure. Then we can focus on planning new adventures so we'll still have something to blog about.

A perk of being in North Carolina? We got to spend a few days with some of Chris' family. While in charming Selma, we stayed at Colleen and Kenny's. Colleen was smart and avoided her house guests much of the time with the excuse of "having to go to work". We are grateful anyway that she gave us a place to lay our weary heads and that she allowed us to eat her food. And play with her boys, Copper and Mike included.







Our first morning there we inadvertently frustrated a very sleep-deprived Kenny. Not a smart thing to do when the man has a gun and license to kill. We were grateful he was able to eventually take a much-needed nap. Cop by night, gangsta by day. . .











Ally and Nate quickly got to know each other. He didn't seem to mind all the hugs and kisses while being Ally's personal baby doll. Looks like Ally's all ready to be a big sister, don't you think?

These 2 old people decided to drive down from the snowy north and invade the place as well. Ally and I chaperoned their trips to the antique stores, the famous JRs, the bank, and the North Carolina Museum of History. We even traveled the county with them in search of a good retirement home--
I mean a good home in which to retire. They had to go by themselves to help Sarah transport her pee to the doctor's office, but they eventually found their way back. We love you, Grandma and Daddy's Daddy!

We did our best to avoid sick Sarah while we were in town, but we caved in and made a trip over to her house one night for Jordan's scrumptious spaghetti. I won't post a picture of the infirm one here. (You can find one on Picasa though.) I really enjoyed the food, and Ally enjoyed having Jordan read to her. She also had fun dancing and spinning the night away in their living room while we all chatted. Thank you, Grandma, for catching her every time she got too dizzy.


Here we all are at the Big Shiney Diner, our last dinner with the Hoffman Clan before we headed back to Raleigh with Jessica. It's not a good picture of any of us, but what can you do? In my 4+ years in this family, I've come to realize that being a Hoffman often leads to being unphotogenic.