Wednesday, April 23, 2008
It seems odd that traveling home from a visit with Grandma and Grandpa should be an epic affair...a full day of flying and then one of driving, but for us, for now, that is the case. Either that means I should move closer or I shouldn't be so daunted by the distance of living in a foreign country.
A warm bath calls, but first...
At Real Goods Solar Living Center, our favorite pit stop to load up on healthy snacks, use recycled pill bottle restrooms, browse the sumptuously groovy shop, ride the solar carousel and play in the water. After a mini shopping spree (including puzzle boy's first 100-piece jigsaw), the children stomped in the water trough and the huge puddles in the parking lot.
Fortunately for me, I am totally relaxed about these things and went to the car to get them some dry clothes for the next leg of our journey. When I had everything ready (and realized we'd be lucky to get home by 6 pm), I called out, "OK, When I count to 5, I want you over here at the car." Isaiah called back, "When I count to 6, I want you in this puddle."
Hmmmm...I'm still in the grace period. He showed up at the car without missing a beat. I wonder how long that will last.
Labels: the little ones