Sunday, May 24, 2009

The Reason They Don't Travel

My daughter and family have been visiting for the last week, so I've had more important things to do than hang out on the net. I have some good pictures to post later. When they left, I stripped the beds, ran the sweeper, called the dog sitter and headed 400 miles across the the state to spend the weekend with my son and family. I wanted to show you the reason that I'm the one who travels to see them.

5 comments:

Mildred said...

No further explanation needed! The crying scared the cat on the bed next to me! ha Have a safe and fun trip and can't wait to see pictures of all the fun.

Nancy said...

Have a great time.

Hmmm, do I see ear plugs in your future?

Debbi said...

Wondered where you were and glad you were enjoying familial bliss. It's ironic that some people drive their infant around in the car to put him/her to sleep; I've heard of desperate sleep-deprived parents aimlessly prowling darkened streets. Have a great time with your son at his house.
*debbi*

Far Side of Fifty said...

Poor little one, hates to ride as much as me, maybe I will trying crying out loud! :)

Aunt Dinah said...

Oh, dear! Poor baby! Poor mom, dad, and older brother! I don't like riding in a car either especially in the back seat.