Singing with my Sweet Child

So, Little One isn't a fan of diaper changes lately, so tonight I whisked her directly from the supper table and distractingly suggested we sing a song. Her wee forehead furrowed thoughtfully: "Bee bohf?!" I wasn't at all sure which song that was, but quickly invented a tune and hysterically sing-songed the requested lyrics.  

She stared. Clearly I wasn't singing the song she envisioned? I kept trying. She finally touched my cheek compassionately, and repeated earnestly, "Mama. Bib OFF."

Oh. Right.

#oops #notusedtoachildwhoactuallytalks

All I can say is...

Thank you, God; we've made it to naptime. 

#landahoy #icecreamforlunch #timetocleanitallup

Truth.

You can learn a lot about yourself while moving.

#sanctificationhappens

Nothing but cornfields

The best quote of our trip came in Dyersville, Iowa, the tiny town noted only for "Field of Dreams" filming there in 1989.

When told we were moving cross-country to Ohio, a friendly, local lady sympathized: "Aw, too bad you have to drive 'cross Indiana next! All they've got o'er there is 'ours of cornfields!"

#andwhatexactlydoyouhavehereagain #smalltownamerica

Every forty miles or so...

Clearly, Cabelas is the Cracker Barrel of the North; you can absolutely measure your roadtrip mileage by them.