Our visit at home with my parents was good. It was just nice to be away from the Trenches while all that work was being done. Although Middle was his increasingly whiny self. (I swear, the 3's are worse than the Terrible Twos. Mark my words fellow mommies.) And Baby tends to antagonize Middle. So I spent a lot of time worrying about my childrens' behavior and what my parents thought about my parenting (dis)abilities. Ack.
The boyz got to see their Cousin, my Nephew. He's 7 weeks younger than Middle.
Trains roll by my parents' house at all times of the day and night (insert your own joke here about me growing up on the wrong side of the tracks). Middle, my Thomas the Tank Engine fanatic, was enraptured, to say the least. From the time he would first hear the telltale whistle, he would stand alert and just STARE at the train chugging by across the street. On the other end of the spectrum, Baby cried and had to be held each time a train rumbled past.
And yes, I did manage to keep up with the training while in NY. On Saturday, Mom and I drove up to her walking spot. A long, hilly, dirt road in the middle of the country. Hay bales for miles. It was quite peaceful to run out there in the middle of nowhere. On Sunday, we took the boyz to the playground and I ran at my old high school track that circles the soccer field (I'm suddenly hearing "Glory Days" by Bruce in the background).
I swear, only in my hometown: You are greeted by this yellow sign as you enter the
Speaking of, you can enjoy the sight! and smell! of horseshit in the middle of the road from the above Amish buggies driving through. I kid you not.
And Eldest had a fabulous time with just Daddy, needless to say. Fast food ("Mommy, guess what I ate when you were gone? Harry's Pizza, McDonalds, Burger King, Friendlys and TGIFridays!"), late bedtimes, free reign. Heaven for a not-yet-6 year old.
So now we're back in the Trenches, safe and sound. There's no place like home...especially with a newly painted & floored kitchen and NEW ROOF! Momma like.