We left Thursday, Dec 22. We thought we would be smart and drive at night so that Will would sleep through the trip. That didn't work out. Will screamed bloody murder for about 30 minutes. He chose the perfect place to start crying....where there were no places for us to pull over safely. It took us an extra hour and a half to get there. Will does not like to travel....or doesn't like his car seat. We finally arrived at Gran's house and we were all relieved to be there.
John carried in our gifts, Ho Ho Ho.
The next morning, Gran played with Will and let John and I sleep in which was much needed. Will got to play with some of his toys that will always be there waiting for him.
Great Grandma Connie visited the house with Jill, Riley and Isaac to meet Will for the first time. She was surprised at how big and heavy he already is.
Riley was so excited to see Will again. She is able to calm Will like no one else. She walks him around and puts him right to seep :)
Christmas Eve morning, Gran read Will a Corduroy Christmas before we headed over to Great Grandma and Grandpa Noell's house for some Belgian waffles, eggs, bacon and potatoes! They were so happy to see William again. Will showed how he could stand up at the coffee table. He was able to hold himself up for a whole minute!!
Then he showed how he could walk across the floor with Great Grandpa's help.
On the way home, we stopped by the Old Mill, which was in the opening scene of Gone With the Wind. John and his family went there all the time growing up. Its in the Noell's neighborhood and we visit it often.
Christmas Eve night we got all dressed up in our festive gear and headed over to Steve and Janet Cathey's. Will got to meet more of his second cousins for the first time, Michael, Libby and Kathryn. Plus his Great Aunt Suzanne drove in from Tennessee and got to meet Will too.
We headed home to go to sleep and get ready for Santa Claus. The stockings were hung on the chimney with care, in hopes that St Nick soon would be there.
William was nestled all snug in his bed, while visions of sugar plums danced in his head.
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