Let's play Jeopardy! The category is, iTunes Library Stats and the answer is, 142.
Holy Maria! I'm sorry. I mean, What is Me. Me! MEEE!?
For those of you who don't know what song Me. Me! MEEE! is, I will give you a hint.
That's right. Our baby, The Birthday Girl, the girl of the week during our entire recent family road trip to South Dakota and back, requested Me. Me! MEE! one hundred forty-two times in six days.
You still don't know what I am talking about? Let me share another real {text} conversation with you.
Guess what we're listening to right now. Go ahead, guess.
Hold on... let's start at the very beginning, because it is a very good place to start... what was your question?
I forget. Such a long, long way to run.
I will get back to you. I need to have some tea with jam and bread. With jam. With jam. And bread.
For real, friends. This is what we have become as parents.
Despite the incessant Re, a drop of golden sun, we had an amazing time on vacation.
Okay, amazing might be overstating it. But we have been home for four days now. Four days is long enough to filter out the i'mboredihaveNOTHINGtodo and caniplayontheipad? ringing in my ears and the bleary eyes the mornings after middle of the night tent freak outs from the
and the
We really loved the Badlands.
We could have climbed for days. We did.
Even the baby, who took a few spills on the rocks, dusted herself off and ran out for more.
She ran a lot.
Kids love rocks. Er, is it just mine?
The cicadas at the Badlands KOA, though - they were deafening.
There was so much more. The awesome roadside sculpture park. Rushmore. Water park. The cave that Maggie called cake and fell asleep in the middle of.
But no more tonight.
Maybe just one.
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