We headed to Roosevelt last weekend to hang out with Shawn's fam; I took off with the sisters-in-law for a girls' night, the kids and grown-up kids lit fireworks, there was a marathon Risk game

And a tractor. A really loud tractor.

At three a.m.

In the field next to Shawn's brother's house.

Mowing hay.


I am, as we all know, a city slicker. I couldn't see what was making all the noise in the middle of the night, and I had no idea what it could be. Poor Kezie was kept awake too, and Ivy kept tossing and turning. Add to this loud and unidentified sound: mice scritching, cats fighting, and diesel trucks driving by at all hours, and you can imagine how much sleep I got that night.

They're always telling me that the city is too noisy and crowded. This is why I just smile.


The rest of the visit was fun. Ivy met her Grandpa Leon for the first time. The girls had fun on our night out without the kids (thanks, girls!) Kezie got to be terrified of cows and chickens up close. The black spot was that my camera decided to announce that it was out of batteries about five minutes after we arrived. My love affair with that camera has definitely ended. We are no longer friends.