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"Gobble Gobble"
I love that. Can't get over how much fun
The other phrase would be (upon changing a really poopy diaper), "holy moly!" which sounds more like, "ho-y mo-y". Somebody mispronounced Lars' name this morning in church and she firmly and loudly corrected them with her well annunciated, "EL-E-A-ZER!" O-key-do-key then.
This morning during the sermon,
Congratulations to Tammy,
Tuesday night, Lars was up from 0230 on. Around 0500, Al laid Lars on top of his chest and they both slept like that until 0730, when Lars woke up hungry and refreshed and Al woke up sore, cramped and comatose-like as he staggered to the shower. The next morning, I got
Wednesday night, Lars slept a grand total of 40 minutes. Since I theorized that Al would be doing the bulk of tomorrow's driving back to Wilcox and I could nap, I stayed up with Lars.
Thursday morning, we got up early to hit the road. We'd packed the car late Wednesday night (because Wednesday was such a slow day with nothing else to do), so we were ready to go once everybody was dressed. The first two hours of the car ride, Al said, "Maybe we just turn around and go home." and "This is nuts. Traveling with two kids is just plain stupid." and "Whose idea was this, anyway." and "Can you keep them quiet, please?"
I kid you not, for that leg of the trip; I had my head and sometimes whole body in the backseat trying to appease one, and then the other. "Cheerios!" "Water!" "WAAAAAHHH" "book dropped it" "WAAAAAHHH" "Lars is hungry. Mommy feed." "WAAAAAAHHHHHH" "More Cheerios please" "Book dropped it" "Shoe off" "WAAAAHHH" "Shoe on!" "Water" "WAAHHH" When the 96 pound mutt got antsy because he had to poop and jumped over the backseat, parking his enormous body half on Lars, who is now being crushed to death, and Eden, who is screaming and bleeding from his claws, I started laughing, as I thought of what great material this was making for my future best selling novel. "Memoirs of a pastor's wife."
We pulled off on the interstate to let Samson do his business. Which he wouldn't. Probably too much traffic. We load back up. Both kids screaming, and hit the next rest stop. I take Samson for a 15 minute walk with
We arrive at the Jenkins on time (miraculous, no doubt) and enjoy a turkey dinner with all the fixings. Al and I wave to the crowd and climb on the bed downstairs with out our children in ear shot and promptly fall asleep. Two hours of uninterrupted sleep. Wow. That's all I have to say about that. Wow.
Friday, we do some visiting around Wilcox. Take another nap. Jenkins are having a football party and playing cards with a dozen people. Al does some serious 10 point pitch playing, which is the woosey version of Euchre and I dislike it very much. I just kicked back and relaxed. That night, we played Settlers of Catan, which is a German strategy game that we really enjoy. Al won in less than 2 hours and we called it a night. Got up and around on Saturday, and Sarah drove home while Al sermonized. We really did more talking than him working, though, and I was thankful to chat while it was quiet. It was a beautiful clear day, and the kids slept the 1st three hours of the trip. The last hour was a bit longer.
Thanks to Mickey and Wayne for this adorable toy hamper.
The feature of this week's slide show!
Hope everybody had a blessed Thanksgiving weekend and stayed safe. We are very thankful for the people in our lives and the gifts that God has bestowed upon us, above and beyond our salvation. Friends who are family, children who are given to us to care for, a spouse to share life's daily tasks of living and money to provide. Christ be with you all.
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I'd like to clarify: I never said, "Can you keep them quiet." Now whether I thought it or not......
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