After 5 weeks of traveling,
7 different beds,
2 sets of grandparents and one set of great-grandparents,
One glorious week at the beach,
4 weeks without my Bondy,
3,000 miles traveled by van (at least),
One mission farewell,
749 pictures taken,
13 hour road trip with my best friend and our four kids under the age of 3 and a half
and a million memories made
we are finally back home safe and sound. And as of yesterday, my parents are moved in! We are one big happy family all under the same roof again. YAY!
Following is a travelogue of the aforementioned 12 hour road trip with Dani and our kiddos. It was hilariously insane. We never have a bad time when were together.
Stopping at a hotel for the night where everyone felt the need to say, "You've got your hands full!"
I've decided that from now on, any time I see someone with kids and I have the boys with me, I will very concernedly say, "You've got your hands full!" Especially when mine are misbehaving and they only have one well behaved child. That would amuse me terribly.
After two days we finally made it home, with the worst thing being little Caleb getting carsick and Dani almost driving off the road as she watched him loose his lunch.
The two of us had so much fun playing after the kids were all in bed. Stay tuned for a post revealing what we stayed up until the wee hours of the night making.
We miss you guys so much! Thanks for the visit.