Nashville, Tennessee. A city with live music playing in the airport, where cars yield to skateboards, and most of the women wear scarves just in case 90 degrees isn't hot enough. Sorry Sarah, but fashion in Colorado is determined by how many seasons of abuse one's boots can endure. Denver, Colorado. Eighteen degrees with 2 inches of fresh snow. That was the text message we received upon landing in music city to visit the Kilen girls. Great timing, I don't care who is wearing a scarf.Sarah and Jenny, medical professional and medical student respectively, are sisters and very competitive in vying for the Favorite Nashville Cousin Award. From the get go, neither giddy sister was giving an inch as they both arrived at the airport to greet the little turkeys. It didn't occur to me that Jenny had not met the boys as she stood in the middle of a taxi lane with her face burried in a carseat. Southern hospitality soon took over, and both proud cousins showed off their stomping grounds to the fellas. Kristin and all her cousins have maintained a close bond over the years, and I think she enjoyed seeing that continue, even though she is the oldest and now has kids. Just like always, they laughed at things that weren't very funny only this time they had kids to poke at and play with.
We all stayed at Sarah's cozy apartment, and Jenny would eventually counter that move by introducing us to Nashvi
lle's finest fried chicken. I love it.... going right for Finley's heart. And I wouldn't be a bit surprised if Russ managed to sneak Finn a chicken leg when nobody was looking. You read that correctly, Grandma Cyndi's homing beacon alerted her that the boys had crossed the Mississippi and were within a days drive. Sure enough, within a day or two her and Russ had arrived. A pleasant surprise and one that will get its accolades after the Alabama review.
Both Eliot and Finn were glad to have finally met Jenny, and to again have the chance to flirt with Sarah. Eliot, however, was smart enough not to flirt with family, and gave a wink to the animated and welcoming roommate Ellie. Kristin and I had a great time and we
re impressed you could both make time considering your busy round-the-clock schedule. We showed our gratitude by stealing Jenny's car.
Nashville was great, but we still needed to pester my oldest brother Chris and his family. So we packed up and drove on, trying to enjoy bad coffee, bad drivers, but beautiful scenery. Somewhere near the Georgia/Alabama border I caught a waft of what I thought was the 'southern breeze' that Mr. Cash so eloquently sang about. It turned out to be one of the boys jumping at the brief chance to poop in his 7th state in 6 months. Paternal pride struck again. I was proud, he was prouder, and he sang about it for the next 25 miles. On to the deep south, where the southern reaches of the Connors family wait to play host with catfish and a developing drawl.
In the works: "Alabama Attitude"
Written but not posted: Grandma Kathy to the Rescue. Will be posted once Grandma calls via web-cam.
We all stayed at Sarah's cozy apartment, and Jenny would eventually counter that move by introducing us to Nashvi
lle's finest fried chicken. I love it.... going right for Finley's heart. And I wouldn't be a bit surprised if Russ managed to sneak Finn a chicken leg when nobody was looking. You read that correctly, Grandma Cyndi's homing beacon alerted her that the boys had crossed the Mississippi and were within a days drive. Sure enough, within a day or two her and Russ had arrived. A pleasant surprise and one that will get its accolades after the Alabama review.Both Eliot and Finn were glad to have finally met Jenny, and to again have the chance to flirt with Sarah. Eliot, however, was smart enough not to flirt with family, and gave a wink to the animated and welcoming roommate Ellie. Kristin and I had a great time and we
re impressed you could both make time considering your busy round-the-clock schedule. We showed our gratitude by stealing Jenny's car.Nashville was great, but we still needed to pester my oldest brother Chris and his family. So we packed up and drove on, trying to enjoy bad coffee, bad drivers, but beautiful scenery. Somewhere near the Georgia/Alabama border I caught a waft of what I thought was the 'southern breeze' that Mr. Cash so eloquently sang about. It turned out to be one of the boys jumping at the brief chance to poop in his 7th state in 6 months. Paternal pride struck again. I was proud, he was prouder, and he sang about it for the next 25 miles. On to the deep south, where the southern reaches of the Connors family wait to play host with catfish and a developing drawl.
In the works: "Alabama Attitude"
Written but not posted: Grandma Kathy to the Rescue. Will be posted once Grandma calls via web-cam.
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