Fun with Uncle Rob

Today we had a fun trip down to Duluth where we met Uncle Rob at Bahama Breeze. It was exciting for the kids and yummy. Uncle Rob brought a replacement phone for the one I have to give back to my former employer. It was a good excuse to get together for a visit. Munchkin took a minute to warm up and remember who Uncle Rob was, but before long all three kids were crawling all over him. They love him.

After tearing through a yummy meal the kids all enjoyed playing in one of Uncle Rob's big trucks (an F-350!). I really think I could settle having a nice F-250 four door as my Daddy Day Care vehicle. All the kids could fit and I could haul stuff too. Not that I have anything to haul except for the trash, but I could, and that counts for something.

I thought the girls might nap on the way home. They of course showed no signs of sleeping until we got on our road. So then I played the "let's roll down the windows" game to keep them from sleeping, thinking they'd go down when we got home. Well that proved to be a mistake. I did finally get Munchkin down but Aggie never slept. Now she and McGrooter are running around with the older kids Mamma Mert keeps, playing with the animals and playing hide-and-seek. It's much cooler and windy today. Feels a lot more like Fall than the past few days. I could stand to have warm weather all the time though.

Tonight mom is working late so we may get to make a run to Wal-Mart before the day is over. And I've got to think about dinner too. I can understand now why quick and easy meals are so popular for moms. When in the world is there time to cook anything? Let alone, clean, create or accomplish much that is productive. Of course, I'm sure I could be doing any one of those things instead of typing this, but then I'd have no record of this time and I know I'd forget all the details. So in twenty years I think I'll be happier that I have this record than whether we had a completely clean kitchen. :-)

A final note, Aggie just came running by yelling "I'm a cowgirl, I'm a cowgirl, not an army cowgirl, just a cowgirl." That was her feminist rebellion against her brother's constant masculine pronouncements of "I'm an army man, I'm a cowboy, I'm a deerhunter, etc..."