This weekend, we were going to small town Indiana for some family QT. Then, there was the death of a family friend. Our plans changed to Michigan. Then, Jon’s uncle died. So now, we are heading to Iowa. What a reminder that this world is truly not our home.
Iowa makes the 25th state we have traveled to since November. In between trips, we have managed to get rid of a few more things, shove a few more things in suitcases, purchase one way tickets to Ethiopia (June 5th departure) and visit daddio in the field.
After riding with daddio in the tractor, we picnicked and all was going fine until nature’s call was urgent. She said the potty couldn’t wait. What’s a mama to do but shrug her shoulders and joy in her kiddos flexibility?
And of course, what one Little does, the other does too.
Little J came around the tractor triumphantly, proclaiming, “I buried it like a kitty!”
And then we laughed, put our to-do lists aside and breathed deeply while The Littles adventured.
If you don’t get the ridiculous scarves, check this out.
Now we know The Littles think squatting and burying poop is fun.
We’re good. Moving forward. On the road again but oh. so. blessed.