Last weekend, we braved the pass and visited my in-laws. Actually the roads were clear and dry, and the mountain snow was pretty. (Today, they closed the pass because of snow & car accidents...never can predict what it'll be like.)
Miss Squeaky was a bit shy around all of the strange relatives, that evidently she didn't remember. Mr. Grunty was pleased as punch to be the center of attention.
They talked, and sang. They ate their veggies sitting on my mother-in-laws nice furniture w/o making a mess. They took naps on their grandparents. The crawled or rolled around.
We were all sleeping as family in a room in the basement. Which, reminds me how blessed with riches we are compared to most of the world. Seriously, we were "roughing it", four to a room, and I know there are many people today living in smaller apartments. AND we had heat, clean water, toilet, shower. I am glad to be an American. The childrens slept just fine in their playpens. Me & MyBetterHalf woke up every time we heard a noise from the childrens. BTW, children evidently make lots of weird noises when they sleep.
We watched some March Madness. Go Tarheels!
Grandpa was teaching Miss Squeaky how to play Texas Hold 'Em.
Cousin D & C were talking lots w/ Mr. Grunty & he loved it.
I'm a bit sad that my sister-in-law doesn't think she have a garden this year. Her gardening has been an inspiration to me. And she's like a b'jillion times better at it.
Niece M liked it when I gave her piggy back rides, and gave me lots of hugs. When we needed help cleaning up the childrens, she was there, and very helpful. Especially noteworthy because she's only in kindergarten.
Nephew D and I were sitting on the couch. I asked, "what do you want to talk about?" He said, "Nothing." So I was silently mouthing words while he said, "nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing,...." Then after a few giggles and few minutes he said he wanted to talk about S.W. ? "the Spider Wick Chronicles" and we talked about that. His favorite character was Molgarath. Later, when he was singing to the childrens, you guessed, he was singing the Darth Vadar theme.
Niece K and I talked about Jr. High. She's not sure if she'll have time for orchestra and choir, so might just do choir. She's thinking about taking French.
Nephew C attacked me with a pair of sai as soon as I got out of the car. Luckily I grabbed the katana he had stowed away in the back of his shirt, and defended myself.
Naturally I quizzed all the K,D, C, and M on math problems.
I made bottles for the childrens, C & M wanted to carry them to the childrens. But Nephew C only wanted to carry Mr. G's bottle, and Niece M only wanted to carry Miss S's bottle. I gave a bottle to C, and trying to mix things up said, "take this to Miss S." He was about ready to throw a fit, but Niece M gave him the bottle she had, "here, this one is for the boy."
The childrens on a road trip. Well, for the most part they were great. They would nap. Or play with toys. Or talk. Or sing. Once they even talked to each other.
But, Miss Squeaky does not like Moses Lake. She cried both times we passed through it.
On the way home, just past the Snoquamie pass, Mr. G started fussing. But we wanted to press on, we were only an hour from home. Then he cried. Then he screamed. Then he cried. For about 55 minutes, the poor boy was either crying or screaming. That's why he is hoarse.
And I must confess, I did something in Spokane, that I'm embarrassed to admit....
(I'll finish the story tomorrow.)
Posted by joncim at March 28, 2008 09:44 PMYou're such a tease!
And I don't think he was crying for that long.
Posted by: Heather at March 28, 2008 09:57 PM