So, Arkansas was a blast and a hoot all together. A bloot if you will. It sounds like a word my kids would think was naughty or referred to bodily functions. They're sick little puppies.
I don't know where they get it from. Maybe a parent who, when looking at a beautiful waterfall in the Ozarks is immediately distracted by this group of people.
And must take a picture.
And then zoom in so you can all appreciate what made me laugh so hard I snorted Diet Coke out my nose.
Ah, yes, some Arkansas sunshine.
Ok, so anyway, Tee loves rocks and gemstones and all sorts of coins, etc. and had been talking endlessly about digging for Diamonds in Arkansas. Since we were in the state for a week, Trey decided it would be a great idea to swing by the Crater of Diamonds State Park on our way home.
Oh, yes we did. YeeHaw.
The deal was, we went out in this giant field of dirt, in 95 degree weather, and dug around aimlessly for diamonds or gemstones.
Once you've loaded up your bucket with rocks and dirt, you walk over to the giant tubs filled with cloudy water to sift through your finds.
Oh, my bad. Here he is almost knee deep in mud. His brand new flip-flops, lost forever.
And what about the other children, perhaps they were floating on a marshmallow cloud or at least out toiling the soil finding me a pretty jewel for my finger?
At this point, I reminded everyone that we had to get back in the car and drive the rest of the way home.
This explains why Trey never wants to pile the whole family into his car for expeditions like these.
At the end of the day or 45 minutes which is how long we lasted, here's all we found. Darius got himself a good laugh out of that one and Tee just wanted to know where the nearest Sonic was.
The only redeeming part of the whole day was pulling into our driveway later that afternoon.
Something was different about our house - I could sense it. Like a Ninja.
Walking through the front door, I was immediately struck by two things. 1. My dog. 2. How stinkin' clean my house was.
It actually sparkled.
While we were gone, my amazing Mother in Law cleaned my whole house and, on top of that, had my carpets cleaned.
I knew I married well.
Every square inch of my house had been shined, polished, and fluffed. SHE EVEN CLEANED MY OVEN AND MY JUNK DRAWER. My JUNK DRAWER!
Now you might be thinking, "Does that bother you that she came in and cleaned for you? That she saw all your dirt? Does that somehow over-step the in-law boundries? Yada Yada Yada Yada..."
I loved it. Was so incredibly blessed. (thank you Candy. Shout out to you and your awesome self.) And will try my hardest to remember to do that for my daughter-in-law someday.
Unless my son marries someone who gets a bee in her bonnet about her mother-in-law and boundries and so forth. Then I'll just take her hunting for diamonds.