We did the first Team Tinsley road trip since Wyatt joined the team. Went to see Granny and Pops in Houston Town. The ride down was pretty uneventful and we had a nice visit. The Boys both handled routine interuptus well. Houston weather must have got the memo that Saturday was the First day of Spring, because the weather was stunning. We seized the day and headed to Old MacDonald's Farm. The Farm is this combination petting zoo, playland, pool, kind of joint on 1960 (the road, not the year.) Boy #1 dug it the most. A trifecta of fun for him. He got to see all kinds of petting zoo animals, ride a train, and play on a giant heap of sand with trucks. Boy #2 did the normal, sleep through the entire outing thing. We all had a grand time. The 'oh shit' moment came when Boy #1 bumrushed some ducks and he fell into a overflow area of the pond. We're talking some swampy looking water (probably 12 to 15 inches deep) and a full face plant into said swamp. It was actually kind of funny - in the laughing with you, not at you vein. Boy #1 is pretty tough and bounced back from the mishap (which was a good thing since it happened within the first 10 minutes of us being there and he was drenched) The rest of the weekend was spent hanging out with Granny and Pops with an occassional ride in their truck (what Boy #1 calls their Golf Cart - Granny and Pops live on a Golf Course) to feed the ducks. Fast forward to Sunday and it was time to head North. The ride home was a beating. We left Houston at 12:30 and rolled into Casa Tinsley at a little past 7pm. Why? Because 45 goes to one lane of traffic 10 miles South of Corsicana and traffic was literally backed up for 5 miles...not just backed up...we're talking grid lock. We sat on 45 not moving for one to three minutes, only to roll a few feet and stop again. We sat there for 2 hours. It was horrible. The only positive was = get this = I didn't lose my shit! Go Me. I kept it together. A personal victory for sure. It still sucked though - and we felt bad for Wyatt who was NOT happy strapped into a carseat and hungry. Ethan has his moments ( I should have recorded their backseat Everly Brother-esque crying harmony wail thing) but was surprising good though the ordeal. That was the only blemish on what was a very nice weekend in Houston...and our FIRST long haul trip with all four us. Go Team Tinsley!
Until I blog again...
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