We took a quick road trip last week: 6 hours to St. Louis.
I was dreading the long drive, but the kids did great. They were so excited to see the main reason for the trip: their cousins. (Ok, the baby really had no idea what was happening. It was just one really excited 3-year-old back there.)
That magic thumb put Thumbelina right to sleep.
Grandma and Grandpa, upon hearing that 4 out of 4 grandkids would be in the same location, couldn’t book tickets and clear their schedules fast enough. In fact, my dad ended up leaving Minneapolis Friday evening, arriving home at 1 a.m., then turned around at 4 a.m. to hop the flight to St. Louis with my mom.
And he wasn’t even that grouchy. Probably because of donuts… and these cuties.
I had to remind him they don’t even live there! We’ll have to meet them somewhere else next time.
It was so good to be all together, even when the kids were cranky. (But I’m thankful I don’t have to sleep in a room next to my dad, aka the Snoring Grizzly, anymore.)