Awkward

I'm home! And, oh, how sweet it is!

My trip to CA was wonderful. It was, perhaps, the best conference I have been to. The information was excellent, the conversations stimulating. There was much laughter. Not a lot of sleep (I was too excited!). The whole experience was just what it needed to be. . . and I was ready to step back into my life (which was already one step ahead of me and not slowing down a bit!).

On our way home from the airport, conversation in the van was lively. Tate is finding great pleasure in pointing out airplanes and birds and, as we were near the airport, he was very busy with this activity. Rhyle has a similar thrill: pointing out Hondas. Ever since we got our "new" van, he notices Hondas all over and points them out with glee. As we drove home, therefore, Tate was pointing out planes and Rhyle was exulting over Hondas. . . and then he saw one that gave him slight pause.

"There's a Honda!" he exclaimed. . . but paused. . . "No! It's an H-awkward!"

"Awkward" is a word the kids have adopted to explain things that are crooked or skewed. It first came up in describing how they wanted to swing on our "circle swing." Instead of swinging back and forth, this swing is just a circle on the bottom of a rope and is therefore able to swing any direction- therefore, it is awkward.

An "H-Awkward" is really just. . . a hyundai.