Laura came for a visit. Yes, you can hear my smile in that, can't you?
We had a Peter Rabbit party and went for long walks on the road, chased the moon through the grasses, and had a photoshoot.
But first things first.
On the day after she came, after all the hugs, and carrying bags in, we went babysitting. And this was no normal babysitting day, I'll tell you what!
Laura was the favorite from the moment she arrived.
Owen just had to show her how strong he was, the first thing he said to her, "Look how strong I am!" and picked up Mommy's ten pound weight.
And after that, it was Laura all day long. And he didn't waste time getting dressed that morning, or sit forever in his room buck naked, playing with cars. There was a new girl in town, and Hannah and I, meh, old news. :)
Waiting for breakfast. Talking non-stop. And "Can she sit by me?"
"Her name's Laura, Owen."
"Can Laura sit by me?"
"Owen, why aren't you smiling?"
"Cause I don't like pictures."
Owen's legos. I took a picture of it once, and then he asked me take another one again.
He loves to bounce in your lap and laugh and laugh while you swing him high.
Getting to be about nap time. Bottles up.
Not long after, Mr. White comes inside, a couple of shotguns under his arm, shells in his pocket. I walk in from the hall just in time to hear him ask if any of us have ever shot a shotgun before.
Hannah looks over at me, knowing something is up, and says, "Kayla has."
And Mr. White proceeds to show me how his shotgun works, while I stand there in automatic mode saying, "Okay . . . okay . . . okay."
"I'll put it up here so you can grab it easy."
And when he starts to walk away I just have to ask, "What's going on? Is there a animal on the loose or something?"
"Yeah, there's a drug bust going down from the casino."
After further questioning, we find out it actually hasn't happened yet, and that a huge shipment of cocaine and meth and all that, is heading our way in a silver Cadillac with Colorado plates.
The officer told them he was going to stop him right at the bridge below the turn off, and that if he ran, he was going to push him onto their land.
So Mr. White gave us another shotgun when Laura said she could shoot, and locked all the doors and the kids had to stay in doors until the call came to say all was clear.
So it scared the living daylights out of us, pretty much. But we had shotguns. And a plan. We knew exactly what we needed to do:
Hannah was going to take the kids into a back room while Laura and I wielded the shotguns. Hoping we didn't have to shoot anybody, we waited.
When Owen wanted to know why he couldn't go outside, Hannah explained quietly about the bad guy, and he stood on the couch for at least ten minutes looking out the window. "When's the bad guy coming?"
We were glad that three of us were there and not one. What better day to aid in a drug bust with three fearsome babysitters with shotguns on the loose?!
Making faces and watching for the bad guy.
Hannah and Owen playing tag.
We had to have something to do till the bust was over.
When lunch was over, Haylee in bed and Owen playing elsewhere, we three girls collapsed down the couches and chairs, exhausted. The babies woke up and played nicely on the floor, though we still had fun with them.
And with a cute little jump cried, "Yes!"
Laura said later that she loved it that we were such good friends we didn't really have to talk to each other all the time to feel like friends. We could just be quiet and our souls could be attached, and that's how we'd talk.
Later we took a walk out to the tramp, petted the horses, talked with Brylee's grandma, went to the barn, and then went home. So no, we really didn't bust any drugs . . . but we could have . . . ;)
It was a good day. We ended it with Call the Midwife.
We had many more Laura days, so keep on the sunny side, there's more a'comin'!