Our little travelin' man has returned, both happy and tired, from his weekend adventure at the lake with Grandma and Pa. And I'm beginning to see why he's always in the mood to go . . .
Thursday afternoon was dinner at McDonald's and then to the store for some groceries. My son talked Grandma into powdered doughnuts for breakfast ("I like those!" he said, as they walked past the display). You know, for the mornings she wasn't fixing him sausage and eggs.
Friday was a day playing outside in the yard and a trip to our old favorite waterfront campground, where he could swing and slide on the play sets AND watch the water and the boats!
Saturday was spent traveling across the state to visit with Grandma's extended family in the country, and taking the scenic way home (you know, through the fairly large city with better shopping, which included a fun ride in the racing car carts!).
Sunday was probably the best day (at least for my son), who got to take the boat out on the water and even go swimming - though he did tell Grandma and Pa that "It's cold!" Of course, that didn't stop him from jumping in and out several times and even wanting to swim again later! My water baby.
And today, the day he finally agreed to be brought back home (mostly to go to school tomorrow, not because he actually missed us). Apparently, on all of the previous trips in Grandpa's truck, he felt the need to tell Grandma "No see Mommy yet!" several different times. They had to start counting down, as we do at home. Only instead of looking forward to coming home, he was counting down the days of fun he had left with Grandma and Pa.
So home they eventually came, after meeting Uncle Brian for lunch and then doing a bit more shopping. He's a happy little boy, who had a big time, talking and singing and playing and loving every minute of being the center of the world. And he's also a tired little boy, who's going to sleep well tonight and be extremely unhappy when Mommy wakes him up in the morning (because you know he'll still be sleeping).
It will pass quickly though, as most things do at three, because he will remember he's going to school and it will make everything better, for a little while. And then we'll begin all over again, counting down days until he has something else to look forward to . . . my travelin' little man.
