Welcome back! Didn't know if you'd venture to hang in there for my chronicle of our latest family road trip, but I'm glad you have. Fear not: this will be the last post about our visit with extended family.
Before I finish detailing our time in Michigan, I need to address the concerns some of you have raised: why didn't I call you when I was in town or stop by to visit?
I promise you I wanted to. I really, really did. But, given that I hadn't seen some family members in over a year, and given that the unexpected snow storm made roads bad (even by Michigan driving standards), there just wasn't time. I promise. Pinky promise.
Onward and upward.
On Thursday of our week in Michigan, Landon, Uncle Joe, and Uncle Jeremiah came back over to play for the day. Grady Lee was mesmerized with Landon's Leapster and I have decided what his next birthday gift will be. It's a done deal - the kid was hooked.
"I'll squeeze snow in the cracks to make him strong."
"I'll give him arms with these sticks." (Which were actually teeny-tiny twigs that were stuck in the bottom snowball, about three inches from the ground.)
"This snowman is going to be taller than the sky! Maybe even taller than heaven! But not taller than Jesus cause he's the tallest ever!"
While I was snapping some pictures of the snowman, Landon surprised me with a snowball to the back. The cute stinker started an all out snowball fight with everyone.
Have you seen three cuter little cousins before? I can't say enough how much I wish we lived closer so that these three buddies could grow up playing together more often.
Daddies gave tips on proper form and technique...
And remember the Leapster? Grady Lee even got Uncle Joe to teach him a trick or two. I'm telling you, this gift idea is sign/sealed/delivered - he's going to love it!
Grandma and the boys had fun racing down the hill...
Whew! After that almost-wet-your-pants-from-shock-and-then-intense-laughter kind of moment, we headed home. Enough sledding for all of us.
By the end of the week, Annalyse's spirit seemed to improve and she offered more smiles and seemed more like her regular self.
Saying goodbye is always hard. Really hard. I think it's hard mostly because so much happens in between visits. With young kids, they grown and learn and change each day and I hate that my parents miss out on so much. Skype is great, emails are fun, and blogging is sort of helpful, but it's not the same as being together.
That's why I can say, without thinking twice, that our time together is precious and important and memorable!
There you have it! The end of my Chronicles of Our Road Trip.
Unless you care to hear about our drive home - which was 14 hours, which was done in one day, which almost robbed me of my sanity. But that's neither here nor there. We're back safe and sound. We're back into the groove of life as usual. And we're back to missing Grandpa and Grandma and counting the days till our next visit.