They're home!

After work yesterday, we met dad halfway between here and there for the exchanging of the vans. He'd been working on getting my bench seats installed just so. Oh, and the children. Yeah, we got them back, too.

When we pulled under the awning of the closed down gas station in the tiny town, the girls ran to us, squealing. As I slid out, Dixie became airborne and clung to the upper part of my body. Dowlan was similarly attacked by a smaller, blonder version. After the air was removed from our lungs by their bear hugs, we swapped off attackers. They were the most cheerful ninjas I'd ever seen.

Charlie was asleep in the car, so I leaned in to stare at him a bit. He stirred a bit. Cracked open his water blue eye and was about to drop it again when he realized what he was seeing. His lids flew open and he said, "Take me to Daddy. I need to see Dowlan and Daddy." After he was safely being held by Dowlan and Daddy, he looked over at me, cocked his head and said, "You have lips?"

Thanks for the shout out, kid.

We got home in time to snuggle up for our Saturday night pajama party. All snuggled up on a couch, we heard their stories, watched a movie and popped popcorn til we pooped out. It's a good thing, as we have a busy week ahead.

VBS starts tonight and runs for four days. On Monday, Charlie starts Montessori school two days a week. Later tomorrow, Dowlan has a job interview to be a repair tech at Carmax. The kids all have gymnastics and I'm working a crazy amount, as usual. Thursday, we go to see the geneticist to find out the implications behind Charlie's missing chromosomal material. Friday, we go to my parents' house for a family reunion weekend.

I'll let you know how the job interview and doctor's appointment know.