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Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity Jig......to market, to market to buy a fat pig...
I'm sure most of you have heard that one...?
We ARE back home. Got here yesterday afternoon, at about 5pm. We had a fine trip home...no problems.
Last Saturday, however, on our way from St. Louis to Branson, Connor did get sick. He has motion sickness -- at least in the car. I hadn't given him the Dramamine soon enough and the poor little guy lost his breakfast. THREE TIMES. What a mess.
On the third episode, we finally did just fore-go dressing him at all...obviously we'd have to strip his pukey clothes off, and then we just decided that it was comfortable enough in the truck (Suburban) that he'd be fine in just a diaper...and so it was.
The only other car time he had through Thursday was from our resort to the Lake, where he went on the jet ski with Mark, my dad (Papa), Colton and my daugther Krissi and her guy Matt...so no problems.
However, on Thursday, we (just Mark and I and the boys) decided to drive over to the new Bass Pro Shop at the new Branson Landing shopping area... not a 10 minute drive...and Connor tossed his cookies. Being so close to "home", it never occured to me to bring a change of clothes, or even a diaper/wipes...so here we were in a web of traffic....we found a little grocery store; Mark bought some wipes and we cleaned him up.
Not to be deterred, we went over to Bass Pro, and Mark went in to see about shorts and a t-shirt for Connor. The boys and I waited; about 10 mins later, Mark comes out with only a t-shirt. There were no shorts to be had...So, we put his shirt on him, found a shopping cart as soon as we could, and hoped that no one would notice that he was in just a t-shirt and diaper...we didn't want to look like we had no pride in how our kids looked.....
And in thinking about that...how often do we work SO hard at keeping the outside looking respectable and presentable, when our insides are a mess? If you are reading this, then chances are you know someone who does just that...maybe its YOU!? There is a pretense that everything is beautiful, when all the time, the wood underneath the paint is rotting away.
Its like those whitewashed tombs Jesus talked about in Matthew...all pretty on the outside but nothing but death on the inside...
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