Thursday, August 18, 2011


Yesterday, as we were packing up after a two week long hiatus in Northern Minnesota,
Rylee kept chiming in with protests.
"I'm staying here forever."

"We can't go home. We don't have any food there."

"Who's going to water Ginger's flowers?"

We managed to limp out of our vacation with only

184 mosquito bites
16 bruises (2 of which required ice packs)
a mysterious lump that was eliminated with some Benedryl
an ear infection
and one eye twitch.

All in all, a successful outing.

And now it's back to our normal routine;
but not before we get out every toy like it's Christmas morning,
watch the 13 hours of cartoons that we missed,
and pour milk all over the carpet.

Oh wait, that last one is our normal routine.

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