The past couple weeks have been a bit crazy. It all started the Friday before Christmas when I lost my van in the mall parking lot. It was just me and Sadie (with no stroller) and we were running a few minutes behind to go pick up Sam at preschool. I walked up and down every aisle in the lot outside the entrance I could have sworn we went in and couldn't find my silver minivan anywhere (amidst the sea of silver minivans that take over suburban malls). I resorted to asking security to try to find it (rather than lug my wriggling 30-pound daughter around the entire parking lot). It seemed like a bright idea at the time, but an hour and a half later I was having some doubts. They did finally locate it, but only after I had called Joe (who was at home post-kidney stone blasting) to go get Sam. Not my finest hour.
Then we headed home to Iowa a few days earlier than planned to try to avoid any weather issues. It was wonderful to be there for the extra time, but it was a bit of an adventure getting out the door with such short notice.
We had a wonderful time at home with both of our families. We came back here Tuesday night so that we could go downtown to the passport agency Wednesday morning to try to figure why Sam's passport that we sent in for 5 weeks ago (and paid for 2-3 week expedited service) had yet to be processed. The trip home Tuesday night included a slight (if you call and extra 100 miles or so slight) through Peoria when I neglected to get on I-80 and instead accidentally was on I-74. It was made all the better by my 2 children in the backseat screaming "I want to be home right now!" and "Can I get out of my seat and just lay on the floor please!? I want to go to sleep!" My poor 6-months pregnant sister-in-law had to endure the kicking of little baby Kowalski (Sam's name for his cousin-to-be) as he was not so enamored with his hysterical cousins.
But we made it. The passport it supposedly on its way. (Someone had set it aside because they thought there was a problem with it and then never seemed to get back to doing anything about it - and there was, in fact, nothing wrong with it.) And then Grandma and Papa came to stay though Sam's birthday.
The kids were delighted when there was sticky snow capable of constructing a snowman on Thursday morning.
And then Grandma stayed up late tonight decorating Sam's birthday cake. She had to help Papa come through on his promise of a race car cake. (Papa did go buy the pan all by himself, so he gets a little credit. Although, he was the one who suggested the car in the first place....)
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