Family

We had the wonderful blessing of family for the past week and a half. First we took the fairly long but beautiful road trip to McCall for the first ever Fitschen family reunion. It was wonderful. We got to see family members there that we haven't seen in years. We also got to catch up with those family members that we just recently moved away from. All in all a wonderful trip. And to those reading that haven't made the trip to McCall or haven't ever heard of it, book your trip now, it's a wonderful place to get away. I have already decided that when I make my millions (you know, in about 600 years) I will buy my house on the lake and ride my jet ski every day (they are soooo much fun!) The one thing that would have made the weekend even better was if my husband would have been able to make the trip with us. Sadly, he had to work to support us :). I loved all the time spent visiting, reflecting on good ol days, and making new memories.

A little side note on this trip....the ride home was not so pleasant. My brother borrowed our car to get back to Boise, so we packed up the kids and I into the back of my parent's truck. (I am very thankful that I was not by myself looking back) We hit the road roughly at 7:30 am, packed and ready. At approximately 8:30-8:45 my little girl got carsick. A LOT of carsick. Luckily I was sitting right next to her and knew what was happening so I managed to get most of the carsick in her blanket. YUCK. That was one stop. One disgusting, I never want to do that again, my poor parents had to help me out stop. A little ways down the road we are stopped by our friendly police man for speeding (no clue we were speeding!) I don't know if it was that 3 grown adults and 2 big carseats containing small children were all packed into one truck, or the fact that this truck most likely smelled of carsick, or the looks on our faces, or maybe he was just nice, but this nice police man reminded us of the speed and sent us on our happy way. A little ways more down the hill, we made it to Boise, dropped my dad off at the airport for a business trip, and set off to find my car. We found the car, and promptly got lost trying to find our way out of Boise. Twice. Oh well. The rest of the trip wasn't so bad until we were about 15 minutes from home. It's rush hour. Lots of cars and we are in the left hand lane. My son screams out that he has to go potty and I unsuccessfully try to convince him to wait until we get home. I grudgingly get the car over, find the closest exit and pull into a gas station. It is then that my son decides he does NOT have to go potty and refuses to get out of the car. I was done, so done. Lectures were given the last 15 minutes of the car ride and all pulled up to our home grumpy, tired, and hungry. I ordered my son into the bathroom and begin unpacking. I go check the bathroom just to make sure everything is still standing in there, you know how boys and bathrooms sometimes get along, where lo and behold I see that my son decided NOT to use the toilet. HE HAD PEED IN THE CAT LITTER BOX!!!!!!!! Oh My. That is all.

Next story. :)

This past Friday was my boys 4th birthday. It was amazing. My husbands entire family showed up to celebrate with us and my sister was wonderful enough to share her home with them as our tiny house is not even big enough for us! The weekend was spent in splash pads, county fairs, rodeos, and zoos topped with cake, ice cream, and presents. It was wonderful and I was so happy to be able to celebrate my son and his life.

I love family. I love the bad and the good. Family is who is there at the end of the day when everyone else has gone home. Family will be there for you no matter what through thick and thin, good times and bad. Family is blood, but family can also be those wonderful people that turn from friends into family. I have a few of those myself. I have been so blessed with amazing family in my life. My blood family and the family I married into. Wonderful people, and I could not ask for more.