Anyone remember that Patch the Pirate? I don’t. Just that there title.
So yes! About a month ago, we got in the car (or rather, a 12 passenger van that we rented with ten miles on it) with Wesley’s parents and drove to Mississippi. I was a bit apprehensive. It just never seems like a great idea to strap a two year old and a ten month old into their car seats and then drive through the night. But we all really wanted to go. It was Wesley’s grandpa’s eightieth birthday and we had not seen them since I was pregnant with Evelyn so it was high time a journey was made.
The kids did pretty darn well. Jack received five golden stars, Ev received four. She was pretty darn uncomfortable and it was pretty sad when she started in on the ‘hold you’ chorus. But. We arrived and after a nice breakfast and a bit of fellowship we went and crashed at our hotel where a three hour family nap commenced.
And then the party really began. Family began flowing in from Chicago, more from Virginia, and down from the coast of Mississippi. There ended up being a small group of teenagers (3 thirteen and fourteen year old girls plus more) and Jack had a major fan club in them. I’m not real sure if he was set down the entire weekend. (That made the following week super fun). Wes and I loaded up the twelve passenger van a few times to take the party to sonic and I felt just like Mr. and Mrs. Youth Group. It was a hoot. The girls died laughing every time Wesley opened his mouth. Oh it was funny.
And Evelyn was beside herself because there were donkeys. She convinced several people several times to take her out to see them and it was pretty adorable.
I was almost the star of a viral hit only no one was filming, a grave disappointment. A bunch of us had just gotten out of the van from a Sonic run and Wesley’s aunt was exercising their two crazy labs. They were both coming my way at about twenty miles an hour and I braced myself. They whizzed by me and I said, ‘Dude!! I just about got creamed!’. The words were no sooner out of my mouth when boom, I was flying through the air and crashed gracefully to the grass. The dogs had done an about face behind me and poof. There I went. And stayed for quite some time as we laughed and laughed.
Great trip. We were very thankful Wesley’s grandparents got to get to know the kiddos and I got to meet more of Wesley’s family (the infamous Uncle Edward). We’re determined it won’t be another three years before we go down again!
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