I’m proud to be an American, where at least I know my kids can’t get sucked down a toilet.

Someone came to my site while searching "automatic toilet flushes a kid" from what appeared to be a French search engine.  Désolé, excusez-moi?  Hmmm.  Please tell me that no one actually believes this could possibly happen.  "Kid flushes automatic toilet" works around here.  Maybe my kids just have big heads.

We spent the 4th weekend at the in laws ranch.  Lots of fun had by all via swimming, hiking, feeding lambs, riding in tractors and hunting for arrowheads.  We found some beautiful pieces, and this fall when things cool off again, we will spend more time at the flint piles looking for more. 

Please slap me, as I did not even take one picture.  What good am I?

As fun as our weekend was, it is so great to be back home.  Mia does not seem to like change much.  She prefers to be here at home and does not sleep well when we are gone.  She also fussed the entire 3 hours it took to get home.  I thought my skull was going to split open and spill its contents.  At one point I asked my husband to slow the car down to below 50 so I could leap out.   He felt that would be counter productive.  It was tense in the van, to say the least. 

On our return home we began our free fall into the swim/All Star week from hell.  Swim in the morning, swim at lunch time, ball practice at dinner time. Then a ball game (an hours drive from here) Wednesday, and if we lose, another one on Thursday.  If they win on Wednesday, we play at 8pm Friday, then after the game at 10pm we drive to where the Regional swim meet is being held.  Then the boys swim their events on Saturday.  All of this means more time with Screaming Mimi strapped into a car seat. 

Are we there yet, are we there yet, are we there yet?

Au revoir!