I went to Kansas yesterday with my two kids in tow. I was going to visit my friend Kerry (still blogless) that just moved there from Indiana. It's a three hour drive through four states (even though Kansas borders Nebraska---the best road takes me on a fabulous journey through part of Iowa and Missouri). We had to leave the house because Carl was working on the kitchen floor and it just wasn't in our best interest to be around. So, I spent the day with Kerry and her boy Logan. Caleb did okay. By okay I mean instead of being a 7 or 8 on my agressive scale (sadly, normal), he was about a 3. This would be a good thing if he were at my house with no other kids. I would be thanking God for it being a "good day". But, he was torturing poor little Logan. Logan's 2 1/2 and is the same size as Eva. This isn't really all that small for a 2 1/2 yr. old since Eva is a giantess. Anyway, he's much smaller than Caleb and not used to the daily torment of a big kid. Logan didn't suffer any bodily harm (mainly psychological I'm sure) but Eva did. She came home with a nice scrape on her nose and a black eye. Caleb pushed her into the corner of a desk. Lovely. How many times this week can I get nominated for Mother of the Year?
I still count the day as a success. We had a good time. I had missed Kerry terribly but being with her again made it seem like it hasn't been almost 18 months since we've seen each other. Now that they live so close (yep, 3 hours is close here in the middle of nowhere) I'm sure we'll be able to see them more often (if they dare!).
In other news: It's been so much fun seeing everyone's Halloween costumes on their blogs. Does it make me feel a little guilty about skipping out this year? Not on your life.
Come back tomorrow for what I'm sure will be an underwhelming post marking my 2nd anniversary of blogging!