I thought about how my sister does not get to go up much for time with just the girls and the kids and how it would be nice for the kids to get some time together. So I invited her. The only catch was that I had to leave a day later since she works third shift. We left at 9am on Tuesday with our party of five children squeezed into the back of my minivan. Not too bad. The ride was going well and we hadn't even been asked to stop for a potty break yet. An hour and a half and 3 minutes away from the exit for the bathroom stop we usually make, and I hear, "PJ is throwing up!!!" "What!?" I zoom over to the side of the highway and the child seated in the farthest seat from the door is throwing up in the back seat of my van! Never said a word and would not move. Those of you who have seem my van know I pack for all occasions. The freezing wind whipping through the van, I grabbed the blue sand bucket, the pack of wipes, beach towel and cleared the mess as best I could amongst the tears of Dustin crying, "I just want daddy."
We get back in the van after changing the pants of a 7 year old on the side of the highway and headed for the exit. All said and done, we think he was just car sick from the van swerving in the rushing wind. Now if that was one of my kids, you know I would have taken a picture just to remember the moment. But I spared you, PJ.
We spent Tuesday and Wednesday night. The visit was nice. I do have to learn that sleep, however, is overrated. Once I learn that I will be better. I like my sleep but did not get much this visit. Kamden has somewhere come up with a dislike for the dark. I did not figure that out till the second night.
And sleeping with a wiggly 4 year old is not as much fun as the snuggle time sounds. Though she looks like an angel, she sleeps like a octopus, arms all over the place.
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