We drove from New York to Ohio on Tuesday night. It took us two hours to get through Manhattan (who the heck decided it was a good idea to close Canal Street?!) and then when we were almost through Pennsylvania we hit a rain storm which promptly turned the roads to ice. Our 9 1/2 hour drive became almost 14 hours, many of which were spent going less than 40 mph on the freeway. We passed several cars and semis that had gone off the road, including two Toys’R’Us trailers and two UPS trailers, which probably means Christmas was canceled after all, at least in the tri-county area. But we made the journey safely and with our adrenalin levels only spiked a couple of times with near misses (or perhaps it would be more accurate to say “near hits”). Simon slept most of the time and we enjoyed passing the time talking and listening to Christmas music on the radio. It was fun, but please don’t make me listen to “Grandma Got Ran Over by a Reindeer” again in the next 365 days.
We’re here now and although we haven’t slept much since we got in, we are enjoying all of the other kids (and adults), the food, the tree, etc. We went caroling this evening and the kids put on a Nativity production. Simon played the part of a sheep, a role which suited him well. He even gave his shepherd a hug before wandering away and losing himself in a basket of toys. Ah, the little lost lambs.
Other than that, there are two babies here already with another driving in tomorrow and there are several light switches at child-level. Simon gets no end of pleasure turning these lights on and off and on and off and on and off. And on and off. There are more bananas than he can handle and his brain gets stuck on banana mode whenever he sees them. I’m told he had three bananas for breakfast, although I was asleep at the time and cannot verify that statement. I’m sure Grandma’s house is the closest thing to his own personal heaven he is likely to achieve at this point in his life.