Caleb: (sitting in the middle): DUZ-IIIIIII!!!!!
Alex: (Using patronizing older sister voice) Caleb, you don’t have to yell.
Duzi: (Smiling) Yeah, Caleb.
Caleb: (Exasperated) Stop it, you guys!
Duzi: (Pokes Caleb in the back)
Caleb: MOM! Duzi just poked me!
Alex: Caleb, I think you should calm down. (Eye Roll)
Duzi: (Pokes Caleb again)
Caleb: (Slugs Duzi in the shoulder then pinches Alex on the leg)
Duzi: (Shocked) That really hurts!
Alex: Caleb, you’re so immature! (Eye Roll)
Me: Time to stop at a hotel.
We arrived a day late, but the trip was awesome. We jumped on hotel beds, ate lots of greasy food, played in the snow at rest stops, and were thankful for each and every gas station restroom.
We’re introducing Duz to his cousins and are enjoying the sun. My kids are a little big upset with me for “forcing” them to leave home during the first snow of the year but, since they spent half the day in the swimming pool, I’m guessing they’ll eventually forgive me.
Michael’s flight was supposed to leave Seattle at 7:40pm last night. I wasn’t bitter that his journey would last 20 hours or so less than ours, but I was a teensy bit jealous. I was counting on him to arrive, take over the parenting post and let me take a nap. However, because of the Seattle “blizzard” (Seattle just doesn’t know what to do with a few inches of snow) his flight was canceled. He was then re-routed to another airport. When all was said and done, my poor husband arrived 7 hours later than planned, at 5 o’clock this morning. His tale of lost luggage, late shuttles, and airline bureaucracy seriously trumps any complaints I could possibly launch. Needless to say, I didn’t get the nap and we’re both exhausted today.