Our 2 hour drive back home from mom and dad's really wasn't that bad. I thought I'd be all crazy anxious and frustrated to just be there already like I used to feel on my way there to visit Ty on weekends when we were long distance. I don't know if it was the fact that we'd been averaging 6-7 hours in the car a day so the 2 hours didn't seem like much. Or maybe it was that Jeremy was in the passenger seat to talk to and keep my mind occupied. Or maybe it was having Carter in the backseat not totally content to be in the car especially after his nap was interrupted earlier in the day when my mom accidentally bumped into a monkey stuffed animal my dad bought for Carter in a gas station. The monkey made a horribly loud monkey screech, waking Carter up. But I was pretty calm and cool. Carter would start to fuss so I'd ask him who we were going to go see. He'd reply with "daddy". Then I'd ask who else we were going to see and he'd say "doggy". If I asked him who else we were going to see he'd either say "kitty" or start over with "daddy" again. He must've known his chances of seeing Skippy that night would be pretty slim. The closer we got, the more excited I got. When we pulled into the driveway I laid on the horn to let Ty know we were home and my heart skipped a beat when I saw him emerge from the house. Getting out of the car and hugging him was the best feeling ever!
|Hanging out in his car seat soon after arriving home!|
|Harper was like, "Get out of there and come play with me!"|
|Staring lovingly at each other.|
|Carter found one of his wash clothes and wanted to wipe Harper clean.|