John Luke and I went to Atlanta for a “girls getaway” this past weekend with my sis-n-law, mother-n-law, and two nieces. Before the trip, I was excited to see my family, but nervous at the same time. I often get panicky driving in heavy traffic such as Atlanta. I also know that if I succumb to my fears, I will never go anywhere, and John Luke will miss out on exciting adventures like traveling to different places.
So with determination and resolve, we headed off to the big city. I live in a small town with a population of about 5,104 people (2011 census). It’s on the outskirts of a larger town with a population 63,815 people (2011 census). You can get on the other side of town within 20 minutes.
I’m glad we went despite my fears. I was nervous about the thought of him getting fussy as we got into Atlanta traffic. We ended up getting lost, but the important thing is we arrived alive and made the effort to see our family. We ate dinner at the hotel Friday night, then spent some time in our room catching up before going to bed.
The next day we had brunch at the hotel, then my family went on to the American Girl store while John Luke and I stayed at the room to do my motherly duties (pumping). I met them later at the store, and was quickly amazed at the craze of the American Girl phenomenon. I guess it’s like the frenzy of the Cabbage Patch dolls which were popular when I was a girl. My nieces even had personal shoppers to help them pick out their purchases. I think I’m in trouble if I have a girls next time around!
Saturday evening we did some shopping at the mall, then ate at the American Girl Bistro. My nieces were so cute dining with their dolls. The waitress even brought John Luke a boy doll to the table. It was so funny, I think J L thought the doll was real. J L kept babbling, and trying to touch him.
Back at our room, John Luke was fascinated with the floor length mirrored closet door. He kept “talking” to the baby in the mirror. I’m not sure if the thought it was someone else, or if he was just amused by his reflection. He even kissed himself a couple of times.