(Are you tired of lengthy posts with hundreds of pictures? Of course you're not. Because if you were, you would have tuned out of my blog a looong time ago. Here we go on another long story with hundreds more pictures... ready, set, go!)
Last week Wednesday, Grady walked into the kitchen and said to me, "Wanna go to Atlanta this weekend? I think it would be best to leave tomorrow so that we can be back Saturday night in time for church on Sunday."
My heart skipped a couple of beats and before he was finished explaining the reasons why we should go, I was halfway up the stairs to start packing.
A mini vacation? Just our family? A few days away? Did I want to go? Um, let me think about that - YES! Did he really need to ask?
Before the frenzy of packing, reserving a hotel, and making plans was underway, we enjoyed some peanut butter pie for Grady's birthday. My man is finally as old as I am and my days of being his elder and calling the shots are gone. I always enjoy the three weeks between our birthdays when I can tell him my age and wisdom trump his innocence and youth.
"Are we moving into the hotel forever?" "Does Atlanta have buildings as tall as Charlotte?" "Does Dad know they way to get there? I can draw a map if he needs one." "Did you pack my toothbrush and vitamins?"
After a mere four hours we were there and ready to explore! Teeny-tiny problem... our rooms wouldn't be ready for another 45 minutes so we ventured down the road to a nearby park to play until then.
I kind of think that if you've seen one playground you've seen them all. Apparently that's not the case with kids. My boys were happy to play and probably thought that going to that rinky-dink playground was an intentional part of our weekend away. What they don't know won't hurt them, right?
After a nonstop day of fun, Micah tuckered out on the 15 minute drive to play golf. This was good news for all of us because it meant no constant (and by constant I mean every time we get in the car!) requests for "the song about Daniel and the lions den" or "the song about bulldozers and firetrucks."
So, with three happy, but very tired, kids, day one of our mini vacation came to a close. Nothing super special about swimming pools and mini-golf, but it was out of the ordinary and it was away from home. It doesn't take much to create fun memories!
Day two and three: the aquarium and zoo! Stay tuned...