Thursday, July 07, 2011
Oh, The Places We Go...
Where there are ten people, there will be adventure. Like when we went to the NWA Natural's baseball game on July 4th for the fireworks and one of them landed on my father in law. You read that right. We had finally settled on a spot on the grass after moving and being moved three times, and were feeling groovy about our clear line of vision when early into the show, a low-flung firework came flaming down in the exact spot my father in law (who we call Poopsie) was sitting. He saw it coming, scooted backward and it fell on the corner of our blanket, where he neatly patted out the fire. I'm not going to lie to you...the rest of the show was a little nerve-wracking!
Laura Ingalls Wilder house in Mansfield, MO, followed by our first time ever to Silver Dollar City. Did I mention there are 10 of us to get ready to go? Well, one of those ten people was getting her hair done when her Mama realized that she had head lice. You read that right, too. Now this certain somebody happens to have long, straight espresso black hair which is highly favored by head lice. Which is why she has had it three times and no one else in the house seems to get it. (Although my head is wicked itchy right now, but then again, so is yours. I see you scratching.) I used to freak out over head lice. I believed we would not get them from the sheer force of my will. But when you have an adopted child, they teach you things. Like how not to freak out over head lice. It's a bonding experience. We pick the nits. We kill the bugs. We know the drill. We get it done. But we are also very late getting away for our trip.