Jumping for Joy

We have arrived safely at the Acreage. As I type I am listening to the older two tooting and giggling from the spare room as they break in the new twin beds. With Mr. Stannix putting in some long hours over the last few weeks, our weekends being jammed packed, and me having big black circles under my eyes it was time for a visit to the country. We left the same time as Daddy this morning and went to get an oil change at Honda. Joseph found a nice little window and was entertained watching the mechanics working on vehicles. He kept pointing through the window and saying (in a very worried tone), "My caaaaaaar, dats myyyyy car". He was pretty worried about what was going on with his car, I wish I would have recorded his little voice. We survived the wait thanks to complimentary donuts and 25 cent vending machines. 

As I left the city early this morning I took a deep breath and felt all of my worries and stresses begin to melt away. I took the long way and enjoyed the lack of traffic and beautiful scenery. When we were about half way through our drive rain drops began to hit the windshield. The Spring air was so refreshing and Joseph was fascinated by the windshield wipers.  As we drove along the road up and down hills anticipation started to build. The last leg of the drive is my favorite as we come out of the valley and get our first glimpse of the big old Rocky Mountains. Normally I stop at the top of my favorite hill to snap a picture, but with three children sound asleep I didn't dare. Instead I drank it all in and admired the snow capped mountains as we followed the highway. Then Joseph spotted the pump jacks and asked what they were. Every one we spotted after he would exclaim, "Wook! Out you window Mommy! A pump dack!"

They were thrilled to see Gramma and Grampa and spent most of the afternoon playing outside and building lego. I enjoyed the breather and my Mom's yummy cooking. Joseph came in with sand stuck to his boogers and caked under his finger nails so he went for an early bath. While I sat nursing on the couch my freshly bathed boy snuck out the back door and began jumping for joy. "It's am-most wumma time mom! I wee geen gas! Ha-way! Wumma time!" He was quite excited about the green grass and Summer time. I couldn't help but smile. He is so darn cute sometimes!