We drove down to Perry to my Grandparents' that night and then got up Saturday morning and went to Tifton, birthplace of yours truly and location of the extended Tyson Family Christmas Gathering. After spending the day with Grandad's siblings and their families, we hit the road and made the drive up to Colbert (near Athens) to Mom and Dad's. (Less than 24 hours in Georgia and we had already logged more than 400 miles on the highway - a trend that would stick for the remainder of our US trip!)
That Monday, Dad had planned a trip to Atlanta to see the King Tut exhibit and visit the new World of Coke. The cold weather from Iowa caught up with us and Monday was pretty dadgum cold - luckily, it only lasted a couple days before returning to unseasonably warm.
My two younger brothers who we have forever referred to as 'the little boys' (which they always hated, but they managed to get us back, since they are both over 6' tall and have significantly outgrown my older brother and I!)
The next day, everyone stuck around for lasagna followed by angel food cake, strawberries, and the opportunity to pick on me about getting old (27, if you must know). Well, mostly I guess it was just my husband who did the picking on me . . . everyone else was just there for the food. :)
That afternoon, we headed to Dublin to visit some dear friends.
Eric put in his request for my Dad's ribs some time before our return to the US. Since the weather was so cooperative, Dad obliged and fired up the grill Saturday afternoon.
By nightfall, the scent had attracted quite the gathering of hungry supervisors!
After a mighty fine supper with the fam, Eric, my sister-in-law, and I drove down to Swainsboro (in southeast Georgia, just a few miles from where I grew up) to watch my older brother's band play. The event venue was marked by a sign labeled only "The Barn". I knew at that moment Eric was in for quite the treat! I hadn't really had the opportunity to take him down to that part of Georgia much yet. After a little bit of me translating for the first few minutes of our arrival, a good time was had by all, and my Yankee husband walked out of the party with a Southern accent that night! He went back to Iowa using "y'all" with disturbing regularity, and I couldn't have been more proud! hehehe
The night of the 28th, we spent a couple hours figuring out how to fit all of our belongings and newly acquired baby gear (thanks to lots of generous family and friends) into just three bags for the journey back to Iowa. We must have gotten a little too creative with our packing since the rather disgruntled Airtran Airways employee at the check-in counter greeted Eric with a scowl and "What's that?" when he walked up and placed the first of our bags onto the scale. One extra checked baggage fee and another oversized luggage fee later (one bag was 63", not 62", and she was in no mood for sweet talking by Eric), we left The South and it's sweet tea, camouflage, and warm weather behind.