Or interstate blazers.
Actually not really at all. Simon's grandpa took a little tumble, broke his hip, and had to have surgery on Wednesday so we took advantage of the fact that Simon had the 4th off (Angels sing, "¿QUE?!?!?!?") and popped in the van on Wednesday night when Simon got off around 7:30 and made the four hour drive to the quad cities. We're so lucky to be able to stay with my grandma who lives in the same area as Simon's grandpa and we only gave her a few hours notice before we descended. She's my favorite. We had a great visit, (Simon's gramps is doing well with physical therapy in the hospital) and popped back in the car last night a little after six and made the four (and a little more this time) hour drive back home. Now we're staring a fatty mcfat call weekend in the angry face but .... we have lot of cellular phone photos to reminisce over and share contigo ...
GG took the kids on a 1/10 mile nature walk to the park. Julia was petrified of the pine cones. Naturally.
My Aunt Heidi and Uncle Steve live down the hill from my Gram on this hideous piece of land ...
Complete with a little trail to hike with my hikelets. Heidi took us around the trail while Simon went to the hospital and my grandma held Theo back at the ranch and not that Theo is a bad baby but the 18 minutes with just two terrors was embarrassingly nice. Sorry Theocakes.
Simon's mom drove in from Wichita to see her dad and we were all treated to a proper 4th of July grillfest with burgers and brats and just enough margarita (not that much, calm down) to make me bump the beats loud and proud in order to stay alert and awake for the drive home.
Even though we were there for less than 20 hours and were in the car for 8 (not always serene, not ever serene - actually) hours it was the nicest breath of fresh air in the middle of these hellish summer rotations. Simon likened my grandma's condo to a resort and I wouldn't disagree: we're served delicious food, there is carpeting, there are multiple televisions with channels, her house is REALLY clean, we get to sleep in a king size bed, and the kids are in heaven with all of their relatives. If it were just a little tiny bit closer I would totally tackle the drive que solo with the kids and punish my Gram with multiple invasions.
On the drive home we stopped to make use of the facilities and Julia was so excited because ...
"we're just gonna get some food at Wenny's!!"
Wrong but it's good to know we're raising you right. Health food, enuncations, et al.
Anyway, Happy belated 4th of July!!
(AND last year - if you care)