Jun 09 2008
Road Trip Tallies
Hi, Brilligites!
I’m Wendy from Let the dog in!. I write about my life on Bainbridge Island, WA with my child (Kid), husband (the Hubs) and dog (Becca). I find that if I don’t smile about it, I may just curl up in a ball in the dark corner of the overstuffed closet in the spare room. Just kidding. Sorta.
Recently, we had a family/work trip to Newport, Oregon (6+ hours each way) in a 20 year old Volvo (trusty stead).
Lucky for you, our road trip final tallies are in:
6: dead raccoons on the way down there (that’s 1/hr; WUWT?? I thought raccoons were supposed to be smart. And no, I didn’t flatten these like that mouse; we just witnessed them!)
1: threats of spanking in car
45: minutes left of battery on my ipod at start of drive
2: pools at the hotel
5: water-toy-apparatus purchased at local Fred Meyer (have I mentioned I LOVE Freddies?)
0: long beach walks (almost 5-year-olds stop, dig, sprint, but not WALK, at least not without triggering the whining reflex)
4: kites in car
20: minutes of kite flying
0: rain-free days
0: days the Hubs didn’t work (it was a work trip, I suppose…but I can still complain!)
6: beer bottles in tiny fridge
1.5: dollars for hotel water bottles in said fridge (cheeappppp! if only there were a mini-bar!)
But, what most struck me (literally) on this trip was this tidbit I learned about Kid, as illustrated by my chart:
Yes, we shared a bed (bed drawings to follow in another post) just at the time Kid’s arm strength and elbow pointiness neared their peak intersection.
And I have the bruises to prove it.
Happy Summer Road Trips to all!
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