1 mom + 5 kids + 851 miles =

a spring break road trip to California. I decided kind of last minute to take the kids to visit my sister and her family in Northern California. We left Thursday morning drove all day and finally stopped in Southern Oregon (a little over half way) at a hotel for the night. Back on the road again Friday morning and we arrived in time for dinner. We hardly saw dry road the whole drive. It poured and was so foggy. There was a time I thought about pulling over, but then I remembered reading somewhere that if you put on sunglasses during a downpour you can see better driving and I could I wore them the whole drive. The kids were so good. Driving that long actually was not too bad they were that good. We have a few adventures planned while we are here and my sister is still spoiling them with little trinkets and playing games (trying to make sure she has the favorite aunt status). Pictures and stories to tell I'm sure to come...

I actually laughed out loud...

I thought this was hilarious, so I showed it to Wynden. He didn't get it or think it was funny. Which made me laugh harder. What do you think funny or not?

Today Karlee invited a friend over from her class to play. We went to story time at the library and then to McDonalds. As we were driving down the driveway to our house, the little friend says "oh you live on a farm?" And Karlee replies "We don't live on a farm" (basically like you idiot!) So I say well we kind of do, we have animals like goats, chickens, a dog (not ours, but lives in our field), two cats, and we use to have cows I say. Then Karlee informs the friend that we had cows until we chopped them. And then continues in graphic detail explaining the butchering process that happened in our field with our two cows. I was thinking wow Karlee after I told her to talk about something different why don't you tell this poor little girl about the massacre that is happening out in the chicken coop with the raccoons getting three chickens over the last couple of weeks and how their bones and pieces of them lay scattered all over that same field where the cows were chopped. Maybe we aren't a farm, but a cemetery for animals...Do you ever wonder the stories kids tell their moms after they've played at your house for an afternoon?

I'm the Youngest

I guess I should update my last post and let you know the order. Heidi is the oldest, then Shannon, Tiffany's third, and then me. Shannon always gets that she is the youngest and she loves it too much. Funny thing is, is that she is the only grandma out of all four of us.