Trip to Searcy

On Friday, we headed south to Searcy--and our boys. Blane was as perfect a traveler as you can imagine on the way down. The boys met us excitedly at the door when we arrived and were quick to show off their Hustle Award medals, HU b-balls and T-shirts for camp and VBS.

It didn't take long for the friction to start. On Saturday morning, I was roused from our bed at 8:30 by a disturbance in the living room between Blane and Seth (eight-thirty is nothing to complain about as a mother of young children, but I was hoping for 9!) I think there is something in the dynamic of three. The g-parents said Z and S were great all week--more screaming and fights occurred over the weekend than in the entire week preceding our visit.

It was a nice, quiet weekend other than the screaming (no--really!). The boys played, Scott visited Grampy, we ate dinner at the club with Gram and had dinner with her at the house on Sat. night. Sunday service was beautiful as usual when you attend church in Searcy--heavenly choirs will be sounding like a full auditorium at College Church or Downtown, I'm sure (though, couldn't you say say that about any big C of C in a Christian college--them folks know how to sing!)

On the trip back, Blane asked me every question his little mind could think up--many. I had to read my magazines in snippets. Oh well--life is back to normal!