We are always sad to leave Idaho. The kids miss the outdoor fun. We all miss the cabin, the river and my Dad and Suzy. And Suzy cooks great meals for us, proof is in the scale that we both gained weight. But reality calls, and we are back to our life.
On the plane ride home, the kids got mouthy with me within the first few minutes of taking off. They usually aren't like that, but a week of not enough sleep had taken it's toll. They were punished by not getting a movie on the plane home. But I realized that may be more punishment for me instead of them. Much to my surprise though, they didn't even need a movie. They colored pictures.
Emily drew a picture of her Fourth of July in Idaho. Fireworks in the sky (or on the side of the house), a campfire, and Grandma Suzy's marshmallow roasters which have little snowmen on the bottom.
Ben drew himself as a Superhero. Notice the glasses and big ears? That's my boy. All his superheros have glasses on now.
Then, Emily wrote a little note on what she is thankful for.
I'm thinking they don't need movies on the plane anymore. I like the pictures better.
We got to our van which was parked in a covered parking lot off the airport. In case you haven't watched the news in the past week, Phoenix was hit with a major dust storm last week. No rain, just dirt. Our van was disgusting. I shut the side door for the kids and choked on a plume of dust. Nasty.
We got hit with storm after storm up here in Prescott. The grass is nice and green and we have a new pet in the backyard.
David has already ran 3 miles this morning, washed the van, mowed the lawn and went to the store. Yep, we are back into the full swing of our reality. But, you know what? It's pretty great. Well, I could do without the frog.