“Mommy, mama, daddy, dada, we saw flying squirrels!” squealed Thing 2 as he and Thing 1 came rushing into our bedroom this morning. Just the sort of thing I dreamed about in the months before we left. I mean, not specifically flying squirrels (that might be weird) but curious little boys excited about God’s creation.
Of course, it’s not all rainbows and flying squirrels.
Later, Thing 1 comes stomping out of their room, “I wanna go home.” We asked why. “If he (Thing 2) is not going to keep our room clean, I wanna go home.”
We had our first meal together as a family in the rv. It was mostly pleasant until “the crunching” got to me. PMS is not fun for me or them particularly PMS in a 280 square foot rv. I finished my lunch outside at the picnic table.
Like I said, it’s not all rainbows and flying squirrels.
After finishing school, I decided a walk would be good for us. Aside from having to referee who got Nico and who got Nigel, it was lovely.
We ended the day with a workout and dinner. After the dinner I got a call on my cell phone. “I have Nigel”.
“Huh? What? You have Nigel? Oh noooo!!! We’ll be right there.”
Nigel had gotten loose and wandered down the street. Brent and the boys went to campsite 247 and found him happily sitting on a stranger’s lap.
Yeah, it’s not all rainbows and flying squirrels BUT it’s so worth it.
Love and Laughter,