This past weekend passed in such a blur.
Our car trip to Wheatley was relatively uneventful (which is easy for me to say since I got to sleep for about 90 minutes of the four and a half hour trip while Reid slept). Ken told me that there was constuction and confusion for quite a while but I never saw any ;+)
Reid is such an adaptable kid. We visited with Grandma Joyce for a couple of hours and then Ken and I went out for supper while Reid stayed behind. It seems so rare that Ken and I are out alone together. We had supper and then went to Dairy Queen for supper. Ken’s banana split looked good and since he hadn’t been hit by the truck that was driving in the drive-thru lane that the bathroom door onto, he was able to enjoy it.
Reid, Grandma Joyce and I got our pictures taken and then Reid went with Grandma Joyce to Uncle Roger’s while I went shopping just outside of Detroit. We found great sales and Reid will continue to be a well-dressed toddler. I found some shoes for myself but Ken was confused as I already have shoes that fit.
We celebrated Uncle Chris’ 50th birthday on Saturday night. Reid had had a late nap and was a bit grumpy at first but sooned hit her stride and was able to play with cousin Dylan and another boy named Brayden. Her greatest trick was to hang from the push-bar on the door and then “walk” up the door until her feet were at nearly the same level as her hands. I’ll have to get her into gymnastics, soon, to direct this talent.
Sunday morning we had a whole bunch of visitors. Uncle Roger came first and kept Reid while I packed (who bought those new clothes and where was I supposed to put them?!). Uncle Chris and Sari came next and then, as they were going, Chantelle and Brianna arrived. Auntie M. (Merri-Lynn) and Danielle and a friend came over, too. Reid likes to hang out with Danielle since Danielle is the next-closest girl cousin (and since Reid doesn’t recognize that the age gap is considerable :+). Brianna and Chantelle helped carry bags to the car but the help through Ken off as he usually loads everything by himself.
Once again, Reid fell asleep soon after we left, which is part of my evil plan. We stopped for a bathroom break and I had Reid run up and down on an “island” to burn off some energy. We drew pictures and wrote names, stacked her cups and talked about the animals on the bottom and whether they ran, flew or swam. Thanks to Grandma Joyce, we had veggies and cheese to munch on and eating counts as entertainment when you’re stuck in the back seat. We played with shaker eggs and a new instrument that had sixteen jingle-bells. The latter seemed like a good idea until Reid was pounding the handle on her car seat as we were stuck in construction. Ken said we were weren’t driiving him crazy but I think he might have meant as compared to when Reid cries because I have done something terrible like eat the crumb of cracker that fell off when she took a bite. (Yes, I should know better but I forget). We saw rainbows and fog and some pretty fall trees and our bums got tired of sitting but finally we made it home to our kitties and our own beds.
It was a much more peaceful ride than I had expected (touch wood) and since Reid managed to use the potty at the appropirate times I feel like a lucky woman. Maybe we’ll survive Christmas after all. ;+)