Memories
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We were at my parents’ house on Sunday evening until Monday morning. They are a halfway point between our home in New Jersey and our home in Pennsylvania. Plus they were planning on coming to see us on Sunday, but with the change of the settlement date, it ended up to be easier for us to just go see them.
The house they live in was the 3rd house we had while growing up. I lived in that house from the age of 14 until 22, when Joe and I got married. So it holds a lot of memories for me. But one memory that jumped out at me Monday morning was one from when Abby and I lived there after she was born when Joe was playing in the minor leagues:
Abby left the hospital with a low temperature, so they advised me to make sure she was kept warm. Well, I took that to the ultimate extreme and kept her in a room at my parents’ house with a space heater on full blast! It was like the Sahara Desert in there! My mom just laughed and understood that I was a first-time mom and would learn soon enough (although she did advise turning it down a bit!) As I remembered that I had to wonder if that was why Abby wants to walk around in almost no clothes all the time and is always hot!
