At North Dakota

We flew up to Craig's parents yesterday for a week at the farm. Getting up at 4:30am, making our way through the airport and sitting still for two different flights left both kids exhausted. Sitting still and waiting and probably the most exhausting activities a child under 5 can partake in. They aren't so easy on the parents either. And dealing with less than stellar check-in workers, running to make our connection while wearing a toddler and pushing a preschooler in a stroller and then finding out our luggage and car seats had me wishing I drank coffee. But we made it. We were finally "at North Dakota" as Lucy says. We just had to make it through the rest of the day.

When Lucy gets tired she gets wired and energetic and silly, Jonah just crashes. He fell asleep in my arms while we were trying to have brunch. He rarely falls asleep like that anymore, normally I have to wrestle him down for a nap. Wrestle being a literal term in this case. I appreciated the change and the chance to snuggle my not-so-little bug. His sleeping face is still that of a babies, chubby and peaceful, like a little angel. His legs however, are not. While he hasn't been chubby for a while now, they are now lanky and long, sticking out past my lap and dropping down almost to the floor. They are most definitely kid legs now. Kid legs wearing their little real kid shoes. Ack where does the time go. In another couple years they will probably flying up here themselves.

Okay, sentimental mommy moment ended, moving on. The afternoon was spent soaking up all the attention from grandparents and uncles and great-grandmothers and great aunts. And eating ice cream and lollipops and more ice cream and lots of spoiling. The basics grandparents stuff. Plus baby cows which is another grandparent standard up here. It's shaping up to be a pretty fun week.