We just got home from a 2-day trip to visit Great-grandma Fast in Beatrice. Jill and I and our kids all drove together in her van. It has been 48 hours filled with:
*"Pete and Repeat were in a boat. Pete jumped out. Who was left?" asked over and over and over...in a moving vehicle, with no escape hatch.
*M and G singing their versions of Taylor Swift songs, loudly, sometimes with dance motions.
*C saying:"Don't say the woood disgusting. It makes Aunt Ca-wa have da sad face."
*"It's my turn to push the elevator button! No, you did it last time! Well, you got to do it twice one time! No, it's not your turn!" Repeat same scenario with "use the room key card" inserted rather than "the elevator button".
*C singing, "I love you so much. I love you so much!" over and over. I wish I could have gotten it on video. It was ADORABLE!
*Taking the kids geocaching at Homestead National Monument - the first time that M and G have gone geocaching.
*Touring the farm house. This was a super sad experience for me, to see how degraded the farm is. Ceilings fallen in, dead animals inside, all windows broken out, etc.
*Getting to see my uncle Vern. Isn't it nice when you LIKE your relatives? It always makes me sad that we don't live closer to him.
*Trying to coerce 4 children into falling asleep at remotely the same time.
*Keeping L calm in the face of the approaching storm on Monday night. The park ranger told us that we were in a tornado watch and that we'd be getting rain and hail. Jill & I really wanted to stop and see Grandpa's headstone before heading back to town. The kids were interested, but spooked by the ominous black clouds. My kid was beyond spooked. Like "I'm not getting out of the van" spooked.
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