Got to Kansas City on a Sunday

I wrote a song today.  The lyrics are pretty tricky but, with practice, I bet you can sing with me.

*To the tune of the Star Wars opening song*
Kan-sas, Kansas, Kansas, Kan-sas,
Kansas, Kansas, Kan-sas,
Kansas, Kansas, Kansasssss.

The best way to sing this song is loudly with a sock puppet.  One should sing this ditty when entering the great state of Kansas.

I had the opportunity to sing the Oklahoma song, the brand-new Kansas hit, and Kansas City song today as my mom, brother, and kids made the long trek to Kansas City from Dallas.  I don't know if you've ever made the trip but I think it gets longer every time you drive it.  Add in a kid with sensory issues surrounding bathrooms (he has to frantically find a place to pee when it is that time) and it takes a while to get here.  The kids were going nuts by the time we got here.  My son was fairly content with Angry Birds Space but my daughter would spontaneously scream at the top of her lungs.  I've never seen my brother get out of a car so quickly in my life.

But now we are home.  My childhood home, which has looked almost exactly the same for 20 years.  We stay here when we visit, each of us having our own bed.  Routine, a place for our shoes, dirty clothes, toys.  It is comfortable and comforting.  My daughter has decided that she will no longer sleep in the playpen but would rather sleep in my grandparents' bed.  It is sweet and I like to think that my grandpa is looking after her as she sleeps in there.

Tomorrow I will write more - write about why we're here and all of our crazy adventures.  But for now I'm going to pull out this hide-a-bed, tuck myself in, and get ready to take on the exciting town that is Blue Springs.