So, we thought it was a good idea to use what little Easter break that Large Fry had from school and take a mini-vacation to Mom & Dad's.
We stopped for lunch on the way, and were only able to get tickets for the 3 o'clock ride. That gave us about an hour and a half to mosey around the platform and the shops.
We went into a model train shop first.
Where, of course, model trains were running.
|Boppa, Small & Medium|
The twins were enthralled. And Medium, good little helper that she is, tried to wave and blow away the "smoke."
We continued to mosey along. The rest of the gang (now rejoined by Gramma and Large Fry, who had taken an expedition to the nearest potty) went on to the next big souvenir shop, while I sat down on a nearby bench to rest my cranky ankle. And I had a conversation about the importance of a stuffed toy with the most adorable little 3.5-year-old girl, while her dad watched, half-amused and half-embarrassed. When the rest of their family came out of the model train shop, I went down to the souvenir shop and joined the rest of my gang, and used the fifty-one cents in my pocket to get a souvenir penny for the collection that Hubby and I have.
Then it was time for our train ride!
|Boppa, Gramma, Large and Medium|
|Easter Bunny & Fries|
The conductor followed the Easter Bunny, her escort (another lady dressed in period clothes), and the assistants who scribbled down your car location and time so you could optionally buy your overpriced souvenir picture.
Despite the overcast weather, the kids really enjoyed the ride, watching the scenery, the cows, the Amish people we saw along the way, and just spending time with Gramma and Boppa.
|Boppa, Large, Hubby & Small|
It was a good way to spend the day.
On Saturday, Bro had visitation, bringing along his fiancee and her two kids. Mom had all the kids color eggs before going to Chuck E. Cheese's. And since you can take the teacher out of the classroom but can't take the classroom out of the teacher, she used old methods of dyeing: boiled blueberries, beet juice, and cumin/curry powder.
|Small, her egg, & beet juice.|
|Medium, her egg, & spices.|
I stayed home.
I love my brother, but he's caused a lot of hurt and heartache in the last three years. And just when I've previously gotten to the point where I'm willing to be around him again, he's pulled something else and any progress made has been completely eliminated. It's gotten to the point where his word is pretty much worthless, and I won't believe what he says unless and until actions back it up.
As such...I'm not ready to socialize with him. I can deal with situations where I don't have a choice. But when I do, I'm not going to socialize. Not yet.
It's important to know here that, any time either Hubby or I leave the house, there's this little ritual. We hug whoever needs hugs, we say where we're going, and...we promise to be back later.
As I stood at my parents' front door and wondered if maybe I'd made the wrong choice, watching everyone else go, I heard Small Fry ask Hubby if I was coming. He told her no.
Next thing I know, she's running pell-mell back into the house and throwing her arms around me.
Naturally, right after I'd looked at my dad and ruefully observed, "Chopped liver." (He just chuckled.)
"I love yew!" Small said exuberantly, and looked up at me. She squeezed my legs again. "Don' wowrry, Auntie. I'll come back. I pwomise!"
It was too cute.
However, she did feel up to putting on her new Easter dress when we got home, so that we could take pictures.
So we tried something else. Stop and smell Gramma's tulips....
Kisses for everyone!