We just arrived back home from Erie, Pennsylvania. It was our last summer soiree and our last trip as a family of four.
If I'm being honest I should tell you that as the days led up to this trip I really wasn't looking forward to it, what with all the whine that was going on around here. And with the end of the vacation tripping on the heels of back-to-school it meant I had a lot to do other than pack our suitcases.
When mid-summer approached and we still hadn't booked our flight or hotel I began questioning the appropriateness of traveling so close to my due date. Wouldn't it be more responsible to just hunker down and prepare for baby? It certainly would have been easier but deep down I knew this would be a great memory-maker for our family. And life experiences trump practicality.
And now, as I look back on our four days on the shores of Lake Erie, it brings a little tear to my eye because it was all just so perfect. I could not have asked for better behavior out of my kids. They played hard and slept hard. They willingly awoke before the sun to make it to the airport on time and did wonderfully on the flight. They adapted to changing routines, missed naps, late meals and different sleeping arrangements without a single complaint. They met new cousins, aunts and uncles and their manners were supreme.
I was so proud of our little tribe for bearing with the hassles of travel in order to endure a little fun. It was the first time I really felt that we're ready to add another member to this family. William was self-sufficient in every way possible. And Lucy is totally not a baby anymore. One of the most sacred moments, for me, was watching the two of them snuggled in one bed together in our hotel room. Just six months ago this would have been a total disaster. Now it goes from 12 hours of restful sleep to morning time giggles. Priceless.
The trip was expensive. And it was exhausting. But it was totally worth it. Love to you, Summer of 2011.
If I'm being honest I should tell you that as the days led up to this trip I really wasn't looking forward to it, what with all the whine that was going on around here. And with the end of the vacation tripping on the heels of back-to-school it meant I had a lot to do other than pack our suitcases.
When mid-summer approached and we still hadn't booked our flight or hotel I began questioning the appropriateness of traveling so close to my due date. Wouldn't it be more responsible to just hunker down and prepare for baby? It certainly would have been easier but deep down I knew this would be a great memory-maker for our family. And life experiences trump practicality.
And now, as I look back on our four days on the shores of Lake Erie, it brings a little tear to my eye because it was all just so perfect. I could not have asked for better behavior out of my kids. They played hard and slept hard. They willingly awoke before the sun to make it to the airport on time and did wonderfully on the flight. They adapted to changing routines, missed naps, late meals and different sleeping arrangements without a single complaint. They met new cousins, aunts and uncles and their manners were supreme.
I was so proud of our little tribe for bearing with the hassles of travel in order to endure a little fun. It was the first time I really felt that we're ready to add another member to this family. William was self-sufficient in every way possible. And Lucy is totally not a baby anymore. One of the most sacred moments, for me, was watching the two of them snuggled in one bed together in our hotel room. Just six months ago this would have been a total disaster. Now it goes from 12 hours of restful sleep to morning time giggles. Priceless.
The trip was expensive. And it was exhausting. But it was totally worth it. Love to you, Summer of 2011.
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| Cousins and BFFs |
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| The sand--Oh My! It was in every nook and cranny imaginable. |
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| William's first tubing experience with Brian. And on Lake Erie, no less! |
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| Yep. This pretty much sums up the weekend. |
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| Searching for good skipping rocks. |
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| For anyone wondering why we would ever want to have a large family, here's your answer. It's in our genes. This is Brian's mom's side. And this is ONLY first cousins and aunts and uncles. AND there were even a few missing. So. Much. Fun. |
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