Aloha! Oh wait, wrong state. Let me try again.
Howdy, ya’ll! (I swear that I steer clear of saying “howdy” in real life, but it’s simply too charming not to pick up saying “ya’ll.” Don’t judge me.)
So we made it– in once piece. Let me see if I can update in a nutshell what our week has entailed. How ’bout if I just do a day-by-day recap. M’kay? [Update: No nutshells happening on this blog today. I think I’ll break this story down into bite-size pieces.]
Thursday/Friday– The kiddos and I set off ALONE on a 10 hour drive from Lafayette, IN to White Hall, AR. You know what? They were ah-maze-ing. Seriously! Who would’ve known? It makes me a little less nervous to consider throwing them into the van whenever I have a wild-hare (and let me just pause to tell you that I had to “Google” that phrase before I typed it. I guess I hadn’t ever written it before. Let’s just say that there is a significant amount of debate surrounding whether or not the term is “wild hair” or “wild hare”– stick this tidbit away in your back pocket for future meaningless banter with strangers– unless you’re an introvert like me who would never, under any circumstances, discuss such things. And now, back to our regularly scheduled blog update. Thank you for your patience) to load up and go on a grand adventure. [insert deep breath]
On Friday the kiddos went to the zoo with their Grammy and Poppy (Jeremy’s parents. Their house was our stopping point). I sat in a Rally’s parking lot and wrote a blog post. Jeremy made it down with the big moving truck– less the things that are still up in Indiana because they wouldn’t fit– on Friday evening. And yes, I did say that not everything fit in to the moving truck. Those things will just have to make it down a little later. *shrugs* What can you do?
I think that’s probably enough for today or this post would be too long for you to actually read. In the meantime, enjoy the photo collage. They are a little glimpse of what’s up next:
New friends. Old friends. A rodeo. Fried pies. Whataburger. Swimming. Brittani Cicirelli. And Boxes.
Well, maybe I’ll spare you and leave the boxes out of it. 😉