Well, it's that time of year again. The time when our family gets to hit the road for vacation.
This year, thanks to Nanny and Bunty, we're headed to Crested Butte to stay in the cool mountain air for a whole week.
It's possible they've forgotten the noise my children are capable of.
Or the smell of Darius' basketball shoes.
Whatever the cause for their critical lapse in judgement, there's no turning back now. We've been on the road since 5 a.m.
We got off a little late because both girls have fever - a little nugget I may leave out of the "checkin' in" conversation with Nanny.
Oh, Diary, I kid. I'll have to tell her so she can pick up some chicken noodle soup at the Walmart in Gunnison.
Kid. There's a word that starts with K for the Alphabet Game we've been playing for 2.7 hours.
My friend, Gini, called at 5:15 to chat. She was all awake and busy and the sun wasn't even up yet. I think there's something seriously wrong there.
We just drove through Memphis, TX so it was obviously time for the "Oops, guys! I must've made a wrong turn somewhere. We're in Tennessee!" joke that Trey makes every year.
It never gets old.
The other conversation that apparently never gets old is this one...
"Baby, do you think we REALLY need to give the kids Dramamine?"
"Trey. Are you kidding?"
"No. I really don't think they need it."
So, this year, I didn't hand out the 'sleepy candy' per my husband's request. We lasted 3.4 hours and then, through tears, he was begging me to hand it out.
Let's just say, boys + the excitement of vacation + 16 hours in a church van + sugar = mayhem.
Diary, I'm so glad I have you to record sweet memories like these.
Oh, and I can't forget the beautiful sound of laughter tinkling from my precious girls as they lean into one another, splitting earphones, while they watch, and quote much of, Nacho Libre.
"...and then I will become the greatest fighter that ever lived. And I will come back and make soup."
That's all for now!