Mercy, it's been a long 2 weeks.
Two days into Spring Break, Big Daddy's father passed away. This news arrived to us after Big Daddy wrapped up an hour and a half in the dentist's chair, complete with gum scraping. A lovely day, no?
Big Daddy and Big Sis immediately flew West (after a 7 hour round trip drive to the airport, of course). They de-planed in Portland sans the 19 movies they packed for entertainment.
6 days and 18 hours of driving later, the 4 of us reunited in Utah for the actual funeral.
After exhausting (but sunny! and warm!) days featuring crowds, a gas guzzling minivan, and little sleep, we finally arrived home to the Eastern Time Zone.
Our weekend was capped with visits to both Urgent Care and the Emergency Room. Due to a freak accident at a Utah bouncehouse, Big Sis walked around for 3 days with a broken arm.
Yep, we are FANTASTIC parents, and generally nice people. You just wouldn't know it after from the past 14 days.
If bad things happen in 3's, I am hoping the dentist visit counts & we can quickly move beyond this unhappy fortnight.