Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Road Tripping Again

These slippers belong to a certain little guy.
Of the past 25 days, I've been home only 4 of them.  The concept of "home" is getting a bit fuzzy for me these days.

Not that I'm griping.  I've enjoyed going from place to place.

First there were the nine days away, spent moving into our new lodge up on the mountaintop.

Daughter Sarah and Gabriel
Following that, I returned home for two days.  I thought I'd be there for a couple of weeks, but then there was the sudden arrival of grandchild #5, requiring another road trip, this time to western Ohio.

Because he's such a cutie, that trip became another 10 days away.

After returning home from Ohio, I hung around for just two days, then headed south.

This time I was driving 100 miles for a haircut.  Anyone who has a favorite hair stylist can understand my loyalty to my beautician, and why it could happen that one would drive 100 miles to get one's hair done.  There is just nobody else who does my hair like her, and of course it doesn't hurt that she just happens to be my daughter, too.

Lindsay knows how to style and make me look good.

But, let's be honest here, we all know that needing a hairdo was secondary to wanting to see grandchild #4 again.  So I made the overnight trip.

While there I discovered the latest evolution of what I am being called.

First the grandkids called me Gummall.  Then it became Germall.  Now, the latest version from Ellie is Cramall.  I can foresee where this could go:  Cramall -----> Crapall ------> Crappy.  Since they call my husband Happy, we could conceivably become Happy and Crappy.

I don't know if I like the trend.  But if it comes from this little cutie, I'm pretty much OK with it, whatever it becomes.

At the time this photo was taken, Ellie was cooking up some sort of a salad.  Somehow it segued into a scene from the "Frozen" movie, in which Ellie gave herself a carrot nose and turned into Olaf the snowman.  What is it with that movie?  All the little girls are entranced with it.

This morning before she left for school, Ellie came into my bedroom and crawled in under the covers with me.  We snuggled for a while, and then when her mother came in to find her, Ellie quickly pulled the covers up over her head and hid.  She was absolutely convinced nobody could see her, even with all those giggles and wiggles going on under there.  She's definitely at that "if I can't see them then they can't see or hear me" stage, and she's just delightful.

I made it the 100 miles back home safely, but yes, there's some more road tripping on the horizon.

Pack, go, return, unpack.


At least my hair looks good for the next round.

1 comment:

  1. All great reasons to be on the road, except maybe the haircut:) Of course that comes from someone with almost no hair.