I had the best of intentions of documenting every minute of our road trip, but you know what they say about intentions.
Caroline and I left San Antonio around 11:00 a.m. yesterday morning which was approximately two hours later than my original plan. I blame the cough medicine and the Sudafed. And the fact that I had no idea what to throw in my suitcase because the Texas weather is completely unpredictable.
After two and a half hours in the car, one bad McDonald’s lunch, and introducing Caroline to the musical stylings of Chic performing their hit classic “Freak Out”, we finally arrived at Big and Honey’s house where she was happily reunited with her very best boys.
You don’t want to mess with the Scooter Gang. They are dangerous and have been known to whine profusely once the juice boxes run out.
Later, Honey hid some eggs and presented each of the kids with their very own Easter Baskets. It took them all of two and a half minutes to find every single egg in her backyard. And less time to eat more than half the candy.
They’re not as sweet as they look.
Actually, that’s not true. They are every bit that sweet. And more.
Most of the time.