Leaving Branson

The rest of our time in Branson was spent relaxing and just hanging out.

On Monday David and his mom headed out to do some more "field work," so the kids and dad and I stayed at the condo and messed around. The kids especially enjoyed the screened in back porch. They sometimes would go out and shut the door and play and play. If I tried to go out I got kicked back inside. No parents allowed, apparently. They loved eating snacks outside too.

I enjoyed that it had no door to the outside. That means no way for a little person (not to point fingers, Boy) could escape.

A lot of relaxing and just putting our feet up.

For lunch we decided to venture out and find some ice cream. It was there that I came to the conclusion that I can never leave Branson with out a bruise. While we were ordering our ice cream Little Miss had a little bit of a spit up so I grabbed a napkin and cleaned it up then spotted a garbage can. As I was headed to the throw the napkin away I slipped on a puddle of water and came tumbling down. I had Little Miss in my arms so I did my best in the tumbling to avoid her hitting the ground. My kneed was the thing that took one for the team and bore the brunt of it all. The lady came rushing out. (Apparently she had been working on fixing the leaky ice machine, after the fall they put out the "wet floor" sign. Too little, too late.) When she realized I had a baby in my arms then she really felt bad. We got free ice cream out of the whole deal, that's the good that we found out of it.

Two years ago I left Branson with a bruise on my shoulder. Our last day there we had gone to a water park. Just as it was nearing closing we decided to go down one more slide. David and I (my first mistake) decided to go down together on a raft. Before we started I threatened him not to tip us over. As we were coming down the last curve, we were going so fast, we flipped. I landed on the slide and tumbled my way to the end. It hurt so bad I could hardly see straight. It wasn't until 5 or so days later that I finally went to the doctor. I was having a hard time getting a long. I couldn't even lift my arm. He thought maybe I did something to the muscles so he ordered and MRI. I couldn't get that done for a number of days. Then it was the day after that that the nurse called and told me that I hadn't done anything to the muscle but I had broken my collar bone. You might imagine my surprise. So, you see, I must never be able to leave Branson without a bruise.

Going back to this trip. On Tuesday, the day we left, we had a mom's outing. My mil and I left early and went to a number of fun little shops and craft malls and antique stores. We found so many fun treasures. For lunch we went to the College of the Ozarks and had very yummy food. Then we hit a few more shops before heading back to the condo. We packed up our stuff and before we knew it it was time to get back in the car.

This is how that went. But it was time to get home. Time to get back to reality.

It was a great trip. Thanks a bunch mother and dad!