We’re heeeeere!

We have officially arrived at our destination, along with most of Bradys family. Sadly, not everyone could make it this time, but there is still a good group of us.

I don’t want to sugarcoat though. What we hoped would be a 5.5 hr drive turned into 8, and I was completely worn down by the end of it. The kids were actually pretty amazing, but the meltdowns they did have were big and dramatic and sad. We had a pretty short and broken up night last night, and I’ve picked up Bradys awful cold. So he and I are feeling under the weather, and the kids are overtired. I don’t want to complain, as I’m thrilled to be here with everyone! But I feel tired. Its ok. I only had one or two cries in the car.

That being said, though, the drive was beautiful. I haven’t seen the mountains up close in years and years, so I got a good fill of that. We listened to good music and watched the big bright skies as we weaved through the mountains. Dekker was thrilled with the landscapes and, more importantly, all the motorbikes. “Dekker likes bites. Bites come back!”

We got here around 6:30 or 7:00, I honestly don’t completely remember. We ate and visited a bit before putting the kids to bed. Dekker said he was tired and requested his jammies. That is pretty much unheard of around our house, so we took him up on it, and he happily cuddled into his hide-a-bed. Laela, on the other hand, doesn’t appreciate her playpen as much as we wish she did, so she had a good cry first. But they both went down, and we are now running a hot bath in our big soaker jacuzzi tub, anticipating our sleep in the big king bed. We have a beautiful suite, and lots of good plans for tomorrow.

Hopefully we’ll all wake feeling refreshed and ready to paint the town red!