Well, we made it back form Ohio. We played it by ear and as we figured....Greyson was overwhelmed and ready to come home by Sunday evening. That's fine with us as we have discovered, as most families have, that 3 days is the max we can stay there and still be sane. Imagine that. You see, Michele's sister has 4 kids all under age 11 and her brother has 4 around the same age. Needless to say when we go they all converge on grandmas which turns grandmas home into a 3 ring circus. Greyson can be found at times just staring into the TV not talking to anyone. He ends up staying up past midnight almost nightly. That's OK though since we are there to play with cousins, but it does wreak havoc on him. It isn't pretty and usually after a few days he is almost a zombie from all of the stimulation and sensory overload. 
This trip was interesting due to his 11 year old cousin Mackie and her 4H projects. Let me start at the beginning. Michele's sister Nicole, husband, and 4 kids live on about 80 acres there in Ohio not to far from her parents. Mackie her daughter, and the oldest of the 4, is now involved in Barrel racing and 4H. Her first project in 4H was a hog she raised and it sold for 2nd highest price at the fair. Little did they know what that hog went through getting to the fair. You see...Mackie and her dad were taking the hog to the fair when unbeknownst to them it jumped...yes...I said jumped....out of the trailer, fell onto the road and into a ditch. They got to the fair, backed the trailer up and said we're here to deliver this hog. The guys at the fair said, "What hog, there is no hog in here." To their surprise there was no hog and they had no idea where it was. It was in there when they left. They back tracked and found a crowd of people surrounding a hog in a ditch with a slight case of road rash. Yes....it was their hog! Go figure. So they loaded it up and headed back. This story ended well as I said before. The hog brought the 2nd highest price, for those of you who know about this stuff. I myself am a city slicker and I know nothing about farms. Now, we go up there this weekend and her latest 4H project, an approx. 400lb steer, has somehow escaped it's pen and is running around their land which backs up to 500 more acres. Therefore it has free rain of a huge area of wide open space to roam. Nicole said they almost had it corned at one point but it scratched its hoof on the ground and snorted at her so she just left it there. Haha...hell I would have left it there too. I'm not in for wrestling any farm animals, especially the big ones. NOT! So long story longer....Sunday was round up the entire township, friends, family, and anyone who volunteered to help to find, lasso, and bring this damn thing home. We headed up to there house to witness the fun. Nicole cooked a huge pot of chili with cornbread and desserts for all of the volunteers and they had a bring Howie home party. (Howie is the steer) They found Howie at a neighbors and one of the guys lassoed him and got him into the trailer. The guy that lassoed Howie was a "real cowboy"...seriously....I was impressed. The drove Howie home and he was brought out of the trailer and put back in his pin. Not without a fight though. He knocked around about 6 big guys getting him back in that pin. Howie was pissed to say the least. Now...to add some fun to this story...they also have fainting goats at their house. You know the ones that when you startle them they fall over stiff and lay there until they can get up again. They have some sort of genetic disorder that causes their muscles to stiffen when startled. It's hysterical! 
We also carved pumpkins on Sunday with all the cousins and had a great time. Greyson was a little out of sorts because they had alot of Halloween decorations that screamed and yelled or sang when you walked by. They had big fake spiders everywhere and webs. Those things scare him to death so Sunday night he slept none and had tons of nightmares. It is really sad to me that we have to guard every little thing like that for him. It totally freaks him out and unfortunately Halloween is Michele's favorite holiday if you will. He on the other hand would be happy to never go out. He even had the only silly happy face pumpkin...Here is a picture of his pumpkin.I have plenty of other stories too concerning our trip. Especially with Greyson and how he just is painfully honest. He actually asked Michele's brother when he and his family were going to leave on Saturday night because he wanted to eat his sucker. You see, all Greyson understood was, I cannot have it since there are not enough of them for everyone, therefore, they need to leave...problem solved! Haha...Funny...but not funny. Michele and I laughed about it though since her brother and his wife have been unkind to us in the past. (We aren't living right you know!) (You know, the whole...hand basket condo gig) How did I get here, and what am I doing in this hand basket? Most people know me well enough to know, if you think like that...You'll get there before me....so bring some marshmallows! :) Gotta love it. Greyson also rode his cousins 4 wheeler. That is big for him, and unfortunately, he even flipped it. I nearly was having a heart attack but I maintained. I ran over to him in a internal panic because he was not moving and was face down in the grass. I got to him just as he jumped up screaming to the top of his lungs, "That was awesome!" Seriously kid....what the hell is that all about! I needed the paddles of shock, (portable defibrillator), by that point! Clear! Rampart... we have a victim here... female approximately 46 years of age, eyes bugging out and pupils dilated, crazy curly hair turning white before our eyes, mumbling uncontrolably...ETA...15 minutes. Can't you just see it. You see, I have decided that God, along with my grandmother Griffin, are up in heaven laughing hysterically at the fact that one minute Greyson is clinging to my leg like he will never have the courage to break free and the next minute he is flying off of a 4 wheeler in mid air like a rag doll and then jumping up after playing dead for what seemed to be 30 minutes to an hour screaming..."That was awesome!" He is some cruel joke my family has sprung upon me and Michele to assist us in areas such as patience & self control. In the humor area I needed no help so I do get the humor in all of this...Thank God! Funny does not even begin to describe some of what happens at our house. If I wrote it all for you I would have a book. Now there's an idea. ("Ass-Burgers"...It's not just for breakfast anymore!) Haha Good night friends...I have lots o' sleepin' to do! Sweet dreams to all.
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