At the very end of July, what now feels like an eternity ago...you know when the grass was green and 40 degrees felt cold instead of warm, the kids and I made a trek to Lincoln for a visit. In true Pull, fashion, however, we made it as complicated as possible. It so happens that Joe's parents, whom with we were living, were headed to Lincoln so Grandpa Tim could teach a class. Since our van didn't have any air conditioning, and we couldn't fit the entire family in the van anyway, they took three kids and I took three kids and we made our way south to Nebraska.
While we were there, we did lot of this:
hanging out with cousin Emma,
reading books,
playing outside
lounging on the porch in our pajamas.
The kind of stuff a summer trip to Grandma's house is made of.
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