Y’all, the Lorso’s family is a hotbed of blogging material. The stories would just write themselves, I tell you. But seeing as how many of them are reading this blog (Hi, glad you’re here, glad we’re family), a fact I discovered this weekend, I’ll leave you to your imaginations. No, actually, I don’t think that would even do it justice.

Meanwhile, we just got home from our 6 hour trip with the Bug. He is pretty good in the car these days, but still gets a little stir crazy after a few hours, as do we all.

At one point, he was playing with the Atlas (things had gotten desperate) and he flipped to a page and demanded to know which road we were on. He was looking at a map of Nebraska. Lorso flipped the Atlas to the correct state, showed him the interstate we were on, and approximately where we were on it. After a few seconds, Bug shoved the map back at the Lorso and said “Now where are we?” This continued on for a for a few minutes.

Then things progressed to The Practice of Silly Faces, followed by Crazy Time:

When we got home, we discovered that Bug’s passport had arrived (hurrah!) in plenty of time before the cruise that we are going on in January, with - you guessed it! - the Lorso’s family. I may not be able to resist writing about them after a week together on a boat.

Lorso’s family, be warned.