When we got to my parents we were informed that we had to hurry to eat lunch so we could go wine tasting.
I like my family.
We live in my type of small town.
We’re in the middle of the Columbia Valley. If you drink wine from Washington, it’s probably grown not too far from where my parents live.
We started with Terra Blanca
We got a total Christmas card picture
It’s a pretty place
Then Fidelitas, which was charging a tasting fee and crowded, so we just got this picture out front
At this point I was enjoying the wine to the point where I was saying “instead of a reception, after our wedding we’re going wine tasting” over and over.
I still stand by that idea.
We had a big ol’ family dinner
For comparisons sake, here is Baby Brother’s plate
I guess that salad weighed me down, cause this happened
Then monster baby helped me check email
She adored the mac book. She also loves olives (It is one of 4 words she can say: mama, dada, ball, and olive. All the words you need). And makeup brushes. She was jonesin pretty hard for my beer too. She’s going to be just like her auntie!
End of the weekend tomorrow
Question: eating with family-love it or not? I adore it because my daddy makes amazing things. Like the spinach and tomatoes and those twice baked potatoes (they had like 4 types of cheese!).