It was all fun and games, like this:
Yep, love, Dutch Brothers Not-So-Hots, cuddling in the car and more love. You are glimpsing the dog in the background. He is always in the background. Except when he's in the foreground.
Okay, I'm leaving out the carsickness and the careening wildly through orange traffic cones to get to the side of the road in time for the carsickness.
We dragged a traffic cone 30 feet. Then when we backed up out of the construction zone, post-carsick-episode, the traffic cone popped up in perfect upright position. That was cool.
Here's a picture of my camera-shy super-cute nephew:
I tried to bring him home with us, but for some strange reason he didn't want to come.
Maybe he knew about the carsickness. Little babies are smart that way.
The other thing we left behind was my camera's autofocus. It might've been because I dropped it on a brick path, I mean the yellow brick road. Thus I am only able to take photos like this:
Of my girls and their great-grandma right before we had to leave for home.
The most important thing is, we're home. And my camera is broken, so... you know I need a new camera. The old one just about got me arrested by the po-lice, and still no new camera. I did a little pre-Mother's Day hinting, and still no new camera.
And yet I didn't win one on The Pioneer Woman's site. The Gods Must Be Crazy.
I miss my camera. It is usually attached to me, closer than the baby (unless she's nursing). I don't consider it an event if there are no pictures. I can't truly enjoy a farmish view or time in my garden without the camera.
I also miss my nursing bras. I wonder whether Nana will mail them. I miss my book, The Kite Runner, which is a good read even if I have been trying to find time to finish it since approximately the time that I got it, before Laura was born. No coincidence there. I miss Sarah's glasses, which may or may not have been lost on the trip, before or after the carsickness.
I miss my pre-mommyhood sanity, but I'm probably romanticizing that too.
I'll just stick to missing the camera and looking for the glasses. Yep, bra-less and picture-less. It's a good combination.