Home Again

As kids, whenever we went out with my Grandma, upon our return to her house, she would always say, "Home again, home again. Jiggity, jog." I don't know what that means, but I know how it feels.


We made it home yesterday after only 25 hours in the car (tied a record). I am always grateful to find that our house didn't burn down while we were gone. I am also grateful the van didn't break down. The Suburban broke down in Gallop, New Mexico on one of our many past trips, a trip I would like to forget.


The kids did amazingly well inspite of the long ride. They were happy to be home and play with their toys in their rooms. It was nice for all of us to be back in our own beds. After driving throughout the night, it was just nice to sleep horizontally.


Savanah and the boys were wrestling in the living room last night when Savanah fell and hit her head on the rocking chair. Yep, we found ourselves in another "procedure room" at the doctor's office as she had 4 staples put in the back of her scalp. I'm grateful it happened at home instead 1700 miles from our doctor. Poor girl, that's twice in the last month. It was not a nice ending to a very nice vacation.