I feel like a celebrity. A rock star. Someone famous. Actually, just a Sarah-plain-and-tall kind of person who has a few friends who missed my regular blog updates. Thanks for asking where I've been! Your flattery immediately went to my head, but has since left - promise.
Last Saturday morning, our family loaded up the mini van and took off for a massive road trip to Michigan. It had been almost a year and a half since we were there to see family and I was chomping at the bit to get home and see everyone. And, of course, to show off Miss Annalyse before she was walking or talking or doing some other growing-up-way-too-fast kind of thing.
Because I have several hundred pictures to sort through, lots of stories to tell, and many waiting family members back home, I'm going to make a few posts about our trip. Not interested in seeing my kids hug great grandma or play in the snow? No problem... just plan to wait a a few days before stopping by to see what's new here.
We had everyone and everything packed and ready to go by 7:45 am - just 15 minutes past our hoped for departure time. Not too bad.
Despite wall to wall and floor to ceiling suitcases, boxes, coats, snacks, and toys, the kids rode amazingly well. However, before we had even left NC, Annalyse had a diaper blowout (through her diaper, onesie, and outfit); Micah spilled a cup full of juice all over himself (how he managed that with a sippy cup, I'm not sure); and Grady Lee had a minor meltdown when several truck drivers didn't honk despite his arm frantically pumping up and down (perhaps it was the pile of boxes next to him or the small, tinted window in the back of the van...).
Our first leg of the trip was eight hours and that landed us in Columbus, OH to stay the night with wonderful college friends. The boys were ecstatic to get out of the car and run and jump and yell with three other boys their age. And, they are still talking about the "soccer game we played in their basement because their Mommy has much different rules than you (I) do."
We got on the road early the next day to finish our trip to Grand Rapids, MI. My mom had clued us in to a possible snow storm heading that way later in the day and we hoped to get there before it arrived.
The boys, of course, were happy to see the snow and began to yell and jump around (as best as you can jump when you're strapped in a car seat). This, of course, scared Annalyse and she started to wail. This, of course, annoyed me since we were almost there and I was sick and tired of being in the car with needy little kids. And all of this, of course, happened unbeknown to Grady since he had earphones in and was busy listening to a podcast while focusing on the roads. Sigh.
The next day, Grandma kept my little men busy in the kitchen doing what all Grandma's like to do with their grandkids: bake! Extended family was stopping by for coffee and dessert over the next two evenings and Grandma made it the boys job to get the desserts ready.
Later that night great grandparents and aunts and uncles stopped by to visit. Annalyse was the star of the show and everyone wanted a turn to hold and kiss her.
Great Grandma cuddled her and rocked her and loved on her. I can't imagine the day when I get teary-eyed to see and hold my great grandchildren. In the meantime, I hope I can do a good job helping my kids understand how privileged they are to come from a godly, loving, and generous heritage. It's a beautiful thing.
Once baths were done, teeth brushed, and jammies on, Grandma settled in to read several stories to the boys. This became a ritual each night and I know they loved it. I know they loved it because just yesterday night Grady Lee started crying and saying, "I want Grandma to read a story to me before I go to sweeeeep!"