Up Up and Away!

After much deliberation, daily phone calls back and forth, and close inspections to see who is sick and who's healthy enough to go...

After a frantic packing session this morning and last minute breakfast of cookies while watching Grandpa examine his fishing gear...

A quick bath for someone with a diaper issue, ignoring all the tears and loading all the bags and gear into the truck, hugs and kisses and orders to behave...

They're gone. Once again, Grandma and Grandpa have flown the coop, three kids in tow. There was one who was nearly left behind for his crying (and is that a cough? is he still sick?), but Grandma overruled Grandpa and Mom, and E was tucked into his seat to join the rest of the crew on a trip to the farm. Grandpa assured me that this is not an unusual way for the trip to start. "Do you know how many trips to the farm have started this way?" And you know, he wasn't just talking about my three kids, he was talking about all those trips, way back when the three of us, Denise and James and I would be crammed into the backseat despite any objections, and off we'd go.

I'm always impressed by how well my parents ignore the crying. The little meltdowns don't phase them, they just keep moving forward, kids in tow, they don't let the drama keep them from the fun and adventure that the day has waiting. So far all I've heard is that they stopped to visit Nana and there was something about the polka? Can't wait to hear more about the trip, when they come home bubbling with a hundred new stories to share!