Our kids, like most small children, don't sleep very well away from home. They tend to get up earlier and take shorter (if any) naps in strange rooms and unfamiliar beds. My kids did pretty well on their trip to Grandma and Pa's cabin, but still had less sleep than normal. Connor, however, wore himself out playing and running around, so he took a very long nap just before we started the drive back home. And that meant Mommy didn't have the nice, quiet, peaceful drive home she was looking for. It wasn't bad, just not quiet. Connor likes to talk to keep himself awake. So he liked to point out all the houses, lights, trees, barns, and big trucks (there are lots of these on the interstate) and just about anything else you can think of on our two-hour drive back home.
One of the cutest moments was late into the drive, when we were almost back home. The moon had finally come out from behind all the clouds, but it was disappearing from last night's lunar eclipse. Connor had been watching the moon faithfully all night on our drive - beginning out his window, and changing from the sunroof and back to his window, as we changed directions in our drive. As the eclipse progressed, he kept saying "Bye-bye, moon!" And then finally, he kept saying over and over, "He's gone, where'd he go?" It's one of his favorite phrases of the moment, wondering where something is when he can't see it or find it, like his James train (from Thomas the Tank) that he carries around everywhere. "It's gone, gone," Mommy explained, to which he thought for a moment and then replied "He be back." And that's when he fell asleep, just minutes before I pulled into the driveway.
Not a quiet drive home, but a quiet morning instead. They're all still asleep, and it's nearly 10 a.m.
