We’ve been meaning to go since Rob and Tiff moved there nearly 4 years ago, but with crazy schedules, newborn children, etc. and all that, it hasn’t happened. I kept waiting till I could go with my dear husband (since it is his brother after all), but Rob and Tiff move next month, and the realization hit me it would never happen.
So with London’s Spring Break last week, I braved the roads alone. 11.5 hours of driving with me and three kids. Yes, I am brave. 😉
We had a blast! This picture really captures it. Brandt with his boundless energy and refusal to be contained.
We got to try award-winning Chicago-style pizza. Can I say, yum? YUMMM! (And alas, I took no pictures) The crust is a little like pie crust, and the toppings and cheese go in next with the sauce, and a sprinkling of parmesan on top. So talk about cheese! Thick, gooey, yummy, fattening layers of it. If your mouth isn’t watering, it should be. Seriously, don’t miss this if you go to Chicago.
Speaking of cheese . . . London found and conquered the moon. Chicago is certainly a city of possibilities.
We also went to the Aquarium (thanks Jason and Diana!). The boys (and I) loved it. I’d never seen a shark up close. Or dolphins. While I’d seen penguins, it was still fun to watch them up close. Actually, in both the dolphin and penguin habitats, there were people working (cleaning windows for the penguins, and who-knows-what scuba diving for the dolphins). So of course, London and Brandt, instead of saying, “Wow! look at those dolphins/penguins.” They were saying “Mom look! I saw a person!” Too funny.
When Brandt noticed the snake, he backed away. It was HUGE.
The boys had a blast climbing on and attacking Uncle Rob, and he was great to put up with it. Brandt cried when it was time to go home. Poor kid. Khyah, too, loved Aunt Tiff and Uncle Rob. And I must say, it was nice to have people to pass her off to (not that I don’t LOVE holding her, of course, but breaks are nice).
On the way home, we took a detour through Decatur, IN to see Aunt Claudia and Uncle Ed (even if it was only for a couple of hours). The boys thought their house was the bomb! (And it is, too). So much fun. I think the lego room still calls to them in their dreams. Some day.
Yes, we were all a little wiped out by the time we got home. Thanks everyone for letting us invade and share a little of our craziness. 🙂
So, we were driving at night. HUGE drifts of snow cover full traffic lanes. They blindside you at every corner. They fill half of every parking lot. But the snow is not the problem.
Blinker on to enter the Kohl’s parking lot. Roll slow over the sheets of ice that cover the road.
Two people (no cars in sight!) are standing in the middle of the entrance. Apparently oblivious of the car (for which the entrance was intended; and which could cause them some serious bodily damage).
We stop. We wait. They don’t move.
In the end, Rick flips off the blinker and heads to a different entrance.
Me: You have a horn you know.
Rick: I don’t like the horn. I think the horn is rude.
Me: It depends on how you do it. If you lay on the horn, of course it’s rude! But if you tap, tap, tap, it’s merely a way to say, “Excuse me. May I get by?”
Rick: Well I think it’s rude.
Me: You, who drives ten inches from the next car thinks the horn is rude?
Rick: I drive in DC, so sue me.
Me: If you had any money, maybe I would. [Okay, so I didn’ really say that.]
What I really said was: Hmmm, this would make a good subject for a blog. Let’s let the masses decide.
So we ask you to end our perfectly civil “discussion” for us. Is it rude to honk the horn?