Saturday, January 3, 2009

Back to Life, Back to Reality

Just a quick one here. Tales from the road. It's like the end zone. We acted like we'd been there before (95-North, that is) as we made our way Northward from the Carolinas.

Strapped the little guy in. Told the pups to jump in. Packed the Christmas packages up to the ceiling with care, in hopes that in 6 hours they'd all still be there. Placed the Pooh-choo-choo train next to car seat with purpose, in hopes that the Bear would find it's noise circus.

(He did. Pooh was talking to us the entire way back. But Pooh is such a positive little fella, isn't he?)

We couldn't see out the back (nor any window pane), the dogs were cramped but didn't complain, and we made it. There was a gorgeous sunset in the rear-view mirror, which is perfectly analogous to us leaving behind the free grandparental babysitting. Alas, back to reality...

Coming soon: my review of Slumdog Millionaire


Anonymous,  January 4, 2009 at 10:46 AM  

Welcome home!!

Anonymous,  January 4, 2009 at 12:10 PM  

Hi again.

I have you a blog award in my newest blog. I thought it might be a fun way to make yourself known to the bloggy world.

Christa January 4, 2009 at 12:51 PM  

Musta been tough leaving behind the free babysitting but it's always so great coming home.

Jeanne Estridge January 4, 2009 at 4:03 PM  

Thanks for coming to visit!

As grandmother to roughly a dozen kids of varying ages (7 of them under the age of 7), I don't think boys have a monopoly on noise. Although they do seem to enjoy it a great deal. With girls it seems to be more about the mess -- your cosmetics aren't safe, even under lock and key.



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