Tomorrow, Ry and I will embark upon our mother-daughter journey to St. Louis. She’ll continue on from there with my parents to Texas for the month and I will return, by train, late Sunday night.
You’re already praying, right? By all means, please. Continue. For safety, for sanity, for layovers, for health, for friendly neighbors on the train, for Gus & Curt’s solo weekend, for all of it. We’re all ridiculously excited. Capital E.
Currently, I’m in the throes of packing a 4 year-old for a trip. Entertainment for the train, undies, shorts, and more undies. Riding helmet, swim suit, life jacket and more undies. Lots of undies.
Let’s play a game, shall we?
Here is Rylie’s money jar, up against my boot for reference. The money measures (roughly) 5 inches high by 5 inches wide. I can’t tell you what it weighs because I threw away our scale when I was pregnant with 50 pounds of Gus and never looked back. We’re taking the jar to the bank today so Peanut has some spending cash in Tejas. Everyone needs some pizza money, I always say.
[Actually, as per history and our desire to practice spend some • save some • give some, 25% of the total will be donated to a tornado relief charity for Missouri, 10% will go back into her jar, and the rest will be pizza money.]
Closest wins a souvenir from our trip on the train! Winner will be announced TUESDAY, so that I may collect myself on Monday. And go to Target.