On the road again...

So yesterday (or “nesterday”, as Izzie says) when I said we all loved it except for it was cool and rainy, I should have said I loved it. So since it was cool and rainy, we packed up first thing this morning and headed west, where it’s currently cool and rainy. We’re in St. Paul, Minnesota.

Nothing too exciting today on the drive, except that there was a full-grown bald eagle at the side of road, lifting off into flight as we passed by. That was pretty cool.

And the other day I mentioned how fantastically bumpy Wisconsin roads were… today we actually pulled over to make sure we hadn’t somehow knocked the axles off of the camper. Hopefully I'll actually get the video of Kieran singing the alphabet loaded tonight!

So, since there’s not too much to report, you get a special treat... Two thoughts from Kieran:

1) We went on an adventure drive Monday evening with no map, just heading north and east and north and east and then—suddenly—the road turned into a pier and there was water as far as the eye could see. And Kieran exclaimed, “I have to tell Mrs. Sanderson I know where the road ends!” (I think you have to be either Kieran or Mrs. Sanderson to fully appreciate this.)

2) So on our first night of camping, in beautiful Toledo, Ohio, one of the things that made that day so very special happened while I was putting down the stabilization jacks. I was cranking the rear jack down with the device that is closely related to a tire iron, when Kieran walks over and leans his face down right next to it. Being a parent, I immediately had a flash of danger in my spidey-sense and was able to instantly visualize Kieran getting blasted in the face with the wrench. So I looked at him and started to say, “Kieran, you shouldn’t be…” But my taking my eye off of the jack to tell him of the danger, I fulfilled the prophecy. The wrench slipped, swung up, and popped him just outside of the corner of his eye. Luckily, he was okay. Didn’t lose the eye, and we got ice on it quick enough that the swelling was contained to a very small area. So now it’s two days later, we’re driving along, and Kieran spontaneously tells us…

“If anybody asks why I have a black eye, I am going to tell them that my daddy hit me in the face with a wrench. But if they call the police, I’ll tell them not to arrest you, Daddy.”