Jiggity jog.

I think I remember my PawPaw, JV Hawkins - not Gabby's PawPaw, Roger Hull - always saying this nursery rhyme when I was a kid...

To market, to market to buy a fat pig

Home again, home again, jiggity jig.

To market, to market to buy a fat hog

Home again, home again, jiggity jog.

We have been to the market and back and up and back and around and back and the other away around your elbow and back this week. We really should have written down odometer readings this week. It could have been a fun game.

Anyway, we're home for the next week. YAY! All the visiting was really good, but Gabrielle's sleeping patterns are all crazified again, so YAY for home. I promise that good blogging shall abound next week (SPRING BREAK!!!), but for now, here are a few pictures.

Aunt Charlotte and Gabrielle

We bought Gabby an exersaucer. That thing rocks. Jason = excited.

PawPaw, MawMaw, cousin Elana, and Gabrielle.

PawPaw's checkin' out the NASCAR race, and Gabrielle's doing jumping jacks.