After the success of the Iowa trip, we said what the hell, let’s stay in Ohio long enough to throw all the clothes from our suitcases into the washer, then pack it up again and head to Kansas. Just kidding. We got word that my grandfather had passed away, so we packed right back up and headed to Kansas.
The whirlwind journeys proved to be a bit much for the kids, but, all things considered, they did really well on the trip.
Mitchell fell in love with Aunt Brooke’s kittens and insisted on carrying Patches around like a baby, crooning away in her ear, “It’s ok, I gotcha. Let’s go night night. Whew, you’re getting heavy! Here, do you want something to eat? I gotcha. Don’t worry.” It was mostly adorable, but let’s just say that boy cannot take hints about when his loving is unwanted.