There's no place like home...

You know the saying...we plan, God laughs.....

On what we planned to be the last day of vacation, I woke up sick, so we had to stay another day. Poor Mark had to try to keep the kids away from me, which was not an easy task in a small hotel room. He had fun taking the kids to McDonalds for their first ever Happy Meals, and letting them play on the playland. Then, after naps, he took them to Valley Forge National Park, where they learned about George Washington.

We also had our first scary "lost child" incident. Mark was bringing the kids back to the room for their naps, and he was holding sleeping Becca and the diaper bag, and when he got out of the elevator, the doors shut quickly behind him, leaving Nathan in the elevator all by himself. Mark frantically pushed the buttons and tried to get the door to reopen, but the elevator returned to the main floor, and thankfully, the receptionist recognized Nathan from Mark having to re-check us into the hotel. The receptionist called me and told me they had Nathan, and Mark showed up shortly after that. I shudder to think of all the stuff that could've gone wrong (elevator stopping at another floor, Nathan wandering to the parking lot, etc.) but thankfully God was watching out for all of us. He burst into tears when he saw me and over the course of several days, has told me about being "lost."

So, instead of the 3rd, we spent the 4th of July at Sesame Street again. It was still fun the second day, but it was really crowded. Nathan rode a rollercoaster with Mark and a waterslide all by himself. Both kids zonked out as soon as they hit their carseats, and slept until the next morning. The only fireworks we saw were little ones as we passed over the mountains. We made it home after a brief detour in Indy to see Grandpa John and Grandma Dee Dee, and another stop in Bloomington to get Spike from Grandma Susan. After almost 1900 miles this week, I do not want to even look at my van, let alone ride in it ever again.