Ok, last week we were away and this week we're sick. Not like dying sick or anything, just grumpy, tired, want to hang out on the couch while we cough and sneeze sick.
Last week we spent a few days with Grandma and Grandpa. At their new/old place. The kids have never been to the house where I grew up. They've only known the orange house in the mountains. So it was new for them and old for me. It's kind of weird to look out the same kitchen window you looked out of every day when you were growing up. The same, but different.
ANYWAY, we had some fun and went out to Dinosaur Park. We spent a lot of time there when I was a kid and there's something about it that I thoroughly enjoy. Maybe it's the way you drive along the flat prairie until you almost fall into the park, or the hoodoos and the mysterious bones themselves. Mostly I think it's just a strange and magical place that always stirs my imagination.
We didn't spend a lot of time there, but I'm already looking forward to the next time we go.