We arrived safely in Medford on Saturday in the early afternoon. Our car trip was largely uneventful. Some of you might be surprised to learn that we do long car trips with NO DVD PLAYER. Our children spend too much time in front of the TV as it is, and I am determined that they can survive a long drive just like I did. Actually, they have it a lot better than I did. I had a roll of cherry lifesavers and maybe a peanut butter sandwich and some water. Also, two smelly brothers (two sisters too) and a father who never wanted to stop, even when you insisted you needed to use the bathroom, and certainly never for a real meal. What my children have is a “surprise” once an hour, which usually consists of a snack (some junk food, some marginally healthy) and a little activity of some sort. They also have very patient parents, the dad of which is willing to sit in the far back of the van, in between two carseats, if necessary, and read or play games with them. [Aside: when I was dating Matt, his small size was kind of a hang-up for me — I think most girls envision marrying someone who outweighs them by more than 10 pounds. Now, I see the great benefits of his lean physique. Most men would not fit in between two kids in the back of our van, even if they were willing to do so.] They also have a completely random collection of CDs to listen to, alternating between James Taylor or U2 and Raffi or Disney collections. On the whole, I think they do very well.
During our first eight hours in Medford, we accomplished all of the following:
We unpacked our carefully-packed minivan.
We ate fabulous Mexican food at Habaneros, my parents’ favorite restaurant — seriously, it was like “Cheers.” The waiter knew their names, and brought my dad a whole pitcher of Dr. Pepper before he’d even ordered it. He also inquired after my brother.
We visited my brother’s home to get re-acquainted with cousin-friends and their video games.
We went out to Grandpa’s ranch. We held ducklings, stared at chickens, rode the pony, and just generally got re-acquainted with the place. We picked stickers out of socks.
We were exhausted.
I’m grateful that Sunday is a day of rest around here.