Over the River and Through the Woods

We are all super excited because we get to go to Grandma's house this year for Thanksgiving.

One thing I did this year was I made sure I had a spotlessly tidy home before we left.  I am so busy with homeschool.  babies, etc and the house is the last on the list.  It will still be here when the kids leave so I don't worry about it.  But I wanted to come home to a tidy home so I rushed around and got the home clean yesterday.  Along with packing for 10 people and getting lessons ready for next term.  

So I think I am going to sleep the entire way down!!

We love to sing in the car on long trips.  So happy we have a singing family.  Kids know oodles of different songs and I have been searching for some Thanksgiving songs.  Here is a really good one!

Over the river, and through the wood,

To Grandfather's house we go;

The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh

through the white and drifted snow.

Over the river, and through the wood,

To Grandfather's house away!

We would not stop for doll or top,

For this is Thanksgiving Day.

Over the river, and through the wood—

Oh, how the wind does blow!

It stings the toes and bites the nose

As over the ground we go.

Over the river, and through the wood,

With a clear blue winter sky,

The dogs do bark, and children hark,

As we go jingling by.

Over the river, and through the wood,

To have a first-rate play.

Hear the bells ring, "Ting-a-ling-ding",

Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day!

Over the river, and through the wood,

No matter for winds that blow,

Or if we get the sleigh upset

Into a bank of snow

Over the river, and through the wood,

To see little John and Ann.

We will kiss them all, and play snow-ball,

And stay as long as we can.

Over the river, and through the wood

Trot fast, my dapple-gray!

Spring over the ground like a hunting-hound,

For this is Thanksgiving Day.

Over the river, and through the wood—

And straight through the barnyard gate,

We seem to go extremely slow,

It is so hard to wait!

Over the river, and through the wood,

Old Jowler hears our bells.

He shakes his pow, with a loud bow-wow,

And thus the news he tells.

Over the river, and through the wood,

When Grandmother sees us come,

She will say, "Oh, dear, the children are here,

Bring a pie for everyone."

Over the river, and through the wood—

Now Grandmother's cap I spy!

Hurrah for the fun! Is the pudding done?

Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!

So what do you do on long trips to pass the time?