Coming Home

We drove away from DD in the morning and came home to the other side of the mountain. Dad must have missed us so much he couldn't stop talking when we arrived, lol! I think because he and my husband are both chatty, they get along so well. They seem tireless when they are together; they could chat for hours! Their topics can go from trucks to farming, to this person or that, and what they had been doing since they last saw each other. Sometimes I get amused when overhearing what they are talking about. But I usually stay away to avoid nasty headaches, lol!

Meanwhile, I had a hectic afternoon unpacking some stuff. Add to that, my lil boy, who seemed to be trying to familiarize himself with the new environment (it's been over a month since we were here.

He fell from the bar table because he kept stepping back while growling at Dad. It was too late for me to catch him, and he wailed in pain, especially since his head hit the floor first. I thought he would bleed or something, but thankfully, nothing like that happened. He became really quiet afterward and just sat still for the next hour or so. I am unsure if he was trying to process what went wrong, but he never howled at Dad again after his fall.