Last week Brayden finished his first week as a big Kindergartener while Nate finished his first week officially as an assistant principal. It was a fun time for all.
A trip to the lake that doesn't take 4 hours
We headed to see MiMi and Pa at the lake (Table Rock) on Saturday. I just can't explain how excited I am about this. On Saturday, we did work around the house, ran errands, headed to the lake, dropped off the boys, visited with Dad and Debbie, went to Springfield, ran a couple of errands and made it to a party at Donnie and Winnie's by 6:30 p.m. Now in our "old life," our entire day would have been spent trying to make it to a party in Springfield by 6:30. But here, in this new place we call home, it took an hour and 40 minutes to get from Bentonville to "Pa's lake." LOVE IT!
Now that hour and 40 minutes doesn't come easy, especially for a little boy in the back seat of dad's truck. For some reason I hear the narrator from the Dukes of Hazard in that previous sentence. I think I'm getting delirious. Read it again. You may hear it, too.
Anyway, somewhere around Roaring River, Brayden announced that he was going to be sick. And, as we would expect from our angels, this is how that conversation went:
Brayden: "I think I'm going to be sick." "Yes, I'm going to throw up." "Dad, see that great big hill up there? When we get past it, then I'm going to throw up."
Now Brayden is a puker. He has been since day 1. So when he says he's going to puke, he pretty well usually means it. I handed him a plastic bag just in case, and he says, "But what if some of it breaks the bag and it comes out?" He's always thinking.
A trip to the lake can be likened to a roller coaster
In the midst of this, Beau was taking in what was happening. He finally apparently got tired of hearing about the fact that his big brother may get sick and turned to him and said ever so matter-of-factly, "Bubby! It's O-K. (emphasis on the O-K here) You don't have to throw up." And then Beau proceeded to throw his arms in the air like he was on a roller coaster and scream, "wahooooooo!" "wahooooooo!" He kept those little arms above his head for so long (because we were on such hilly, curvy roads for so long) that they got tired and finally rested on top of his head.
You know when a song just hits you?
On Sunday, we left the lake between 6 and 7, made a couple of pit stops, and were home by 9. And along the way we saw the most beautiful sunset over the Ozark Mountains. I admit it, I'm a big dork. But I just couldn't help but think of Julie Andrews on top of her mountain, arms stretched out, twirling and singing, "The hills are alive. . . with the sound of music. la... la...la...la...."
Nate and I have vowed to always teach the boys about the beauty of the land here. After a while, you take it for granted, and I believe you have to go away and come back to truly appreciate the beauty.
A trip to the lake that doesn't take 4 hours
We headed to see MiMi and Pa at the lake (Table Rock) on Saturday. I just can't explain how excited I am about this. On Saturday, we did work around the house, ran errands, headed to the lake, dropped off the boys, visited with Dad and Debbie, went to Springfield, ran a couple of errands and made it to a party at Donnie and Winnie's by 6:30 p.m. Now in our "old life," our entire day would have been spent trying to make it to a party in Springfield by 6:30. But here, in this new place we call home, it took an hour and 40 minutes to get from Bentonville to "Pa's lake." LOVE IT!
Now that hour and 40 minutes doesn't come easy, especially for a little boy in the back seat of dad's truck. For some reason I hear the narrator from the Dukes of Hazard in that previous sentence. I think I'm getting delirious. Read it again. You may hear it, too.
Anyway, somewhere around Roaring River, Brayden announced that he was going to be sick. And, as we would expect from our angels, this is how that conversation went:
Brayden: "I think I'm going to be sick." "Yes, I'm going to throw up." "Dad, see that great big hill up there? When we get past it, then I'm going to throw up."
Now Brayden is a puker. He has been since day 1. So when he says he's going to puke, he pretty well usually means it. I handed him a plastic bag just in case, and he says, "But what if some of it breaks the bag and it comes out?" He's always thinking.
A trip to the lake can be likened to a roller coaster
In the midst of this, Beau was taking in what was happening. He finally apparently got tired of hearing about the fact that his big brother may get sick and turned to him and said ever so matter-of-factly, "Bubby! It's O-K. (emphasis on the O-K here) You don't have to throw up." And then Beau proceeded to throw his arms in the air like he was on a roller coaster and scream, "wahooooooo!" "wahooooooo!" He kept those little arms above his head for so long (because we were on such hilly, curvy roads for so long) that they got tired and finally rested on top of his head.
You know when a song just hits you?
On Sunday, we left the lake between 6 and 7, made a couple of pit stops, and were home by 9. And along the way we saw the most beautiful sunset over the Ozark Mountains. I admit it, I'm a big dork. But I just couldn't help but think of Julie Andrews on top of her mountain, arms stretched out, twirling and singing, "The hills are alive. . . with the sound of music. la... la...la...la...."
Nate and I have vowed to always teach the boys about the beauty of the land here. After a while, you take it for granted, and I believe you have to go away and come back to truly appreciate the beauty.
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