Arrived in KC after 11pm Wed night.
Spent day in Topeka on Thursday.
Stayed Thursday night in KC and left for Wichita after dinner.
What. the. heck.
As soon as we arrived at Jama and Dad-Dad’s house, I started getting the bedroom set up for Little Orphan Annie. Or Annie Get Your Gun. Or Annie Annie Oxen Free. Pick a nickname, I use them all. After I was done, I walked down the hall and caught sight of these two, yakking it up in the bathroom how girls do.
We thought for sure that elmo potty seat would excite Ruthie enough to jump on the Potty Training Train.
You down with PTT, yeah you know me!
Nope, not even Naughty by Nature could get this girl to commit. I’m determined to not worry about it. Several friends and relatives have all agreed that when they’re ready they’re ready and if you go to soon, it could cause an even lengthier process. Elmo did come home with us, though, and it hangs proudly in the bathroom, taunting me everytime the door is shut.
The next morning Ruth made herself at home in all of Jama’s things.
And took a walk with her Dad-dad to the mailbox.
I could almost gaurantee what those two were talking about. Either Revelations or Politics. Ruth has some strong stances on both.
Before heading to Ryan’s grandparent’s house, Julie and I made a quick trip to a local antique store. Last year, over the Thanksgiving holiday, I snuck out to do a little thrifting. At this one particular shop I noticed a Sampler hanging in a booth. You know, like these:
But at the bottom, it said: From Margaret to Annie. Margaret is Ruth’s middle name, and even though baby #2 was no where in near, I already knew I wanted to name our next daughter after my mom. And because Ryan is convinced my womb will not carry a boy due to my fanatical Women’s Studies days in college, I was certain our next child would be a girl and that I needed that sampler to round out their room.
So we got there only to find out that the booth with all the samplers had moved.
We picked up lunch while we were out and came back to eat. Afterwards, we headed to the grandparents’ house.
Check out this basement.
I literally cannot stop myself from looking at every little item in their basement. She’s kept everything. No samplers though, darn.
Annie got some snuggle time.
Ruthie tried out Ryan’s old toy.
I’m surrounded by these two twinkies.
Then Ruth got into her great-grandma’s earrings and wore them the rest of the day.
This girl won’t let me within arm’s reach with a barrette, but a clip-on earring? Sure, why not.
She also made it onto the growth chart.
You’d think by my stance in that photo that I knew how to take pictures. You’re wrong.
Then we got the grand Tour d’Nicknacks.
It was nice out so we hit up the backyard.
Leitta scurried away almost immediately to the side of the house and brought out their wheelbarrow for Ruth to ride in. She could’ve sat in it the rest of the day.
Annie was there too, I think.
No yeah, there she is, hanging out in the kitchen.
Tell me we’re not look a-likes. Everyone says Ryan. I disagree. Here’s me and my dad’s mom:
We said goodbye and made our way home for dinner.
These two, again.
And then I was all, Donchyou look at MY man, girl! And she was all, nuh-uh, donchyou get in my face.
I remember in college sticking my nose into many strangers’ conversations in the bathroom. Most of them surrounded a girl’s boyfriend cheating on her and them wanting to beat the girl up. I would, very emphatically with my finger in the air, urge her to beat the boyfriend up instead.
The record would screech, they’d all turn and stare at me, and I’d smile sweetly and put on my too-dark lipstick while thinking that I’m just saving the world one girl at a time.
Then I’d slip on the way out or something. It never ended gracefully.
Anyway, before we took off for home, there was one last project that needed to be done around the house. And it involved a chainsaw [insert males beating their chests here].
The girls hung out in the cheering section.
We whooped and hollered as the tree came down and Ruthie yelled “Good job!” over and over to her men. It was a nice send off.
I think I may have blocked out the ride home. Wait, no I didn’t. About 30 minutes from home, we heard Annie making little noises. I know those noises. They’re poop noises. She hadn’t gone poop in two days noises.
We stopped in a random strip mall and surveyed the damage. All the way up to her arms was this disaster. I held my breath and went in while Ryan and Ruthie tucked into a cute little pizzeria that we’d never seen before. Ending the long poopy drive with pizza and a cold beer was exactly what we needed.
An observation at the end of the trip: we need a bigger car.