Savannites in the Big City

My sister and her husband visited this weekend from Savannah. They are big city pros these days, having been here twice together, and other times on their own or with other family members. Laura knows here way around my present neighborhood pretty well, and Reid can navigate himself nicely on the Magnificent Mile (where we spent a crowded but pleasant Saturday afternoon while Oliver napped in the baby carrier, strapped to Laura's back).

Laura and Reid initially planned the visit so they could get a chance to visit US Cellular Field. They're trying to visit all the ballparks in the country, and having already been to a game at Wrigley, they wanted to try on the South side, too. Unfortunately, both my sister and I somehow missed the fact that the White Sox game on Friday night was an away game in Kansas City. Plane tickets already in hand, they came anyway to get some time with the baby and see Chicago one last time before we head south.

It was a nice weekend, though the weather was a bit cool, especially for folks used to Georgia's kinder temperatures. They kept the baby while Wes and I worked on Thursday, and we went for many strolls around the city. We watched movies at home and one on the big screen (Angels and Demons, which we all agreed was better than The Da Vinci Code). We cooked some at home and went out for Giordano's stuffed pizza. Laura and Reid even helped me clean this morning in preparation for a showing (prospective renters -- we don't own here).

Most importantly, it was nice saying goodbye today knowing it won't be six or more months before we see them again. Moving to Nashville means moving within car-driving range of their home in Savannah, albeit a somewhat long car drive (made shorter by the fact that our parents are halfway in between). Laura has plans for me to find a plot of land outside of Nashville where we can build two houses "far enough away from each other that we don't hear everything, but close enough that we can bring over part of dinner to share."