I first started this blog because of a four day trip we took with my grandparents to New England…five years ago. Kind of blows my mind. And I just peeked back at that first blog post. It made me chuckle as I skimmed through it. I was very wordy.
It was our first taste of New England and this was our fourth time back. We must like it up there. Thanks to Grampa and Grama for introducing us. We celebrated their 60th wedding anniversary up there three years ago. We were supposed to take them to dinner out to celebrate and spent somewhere around $11.63 at Wendy’s drive through as we raced Hurricane Sandy down the coast.
Ah. Such adventures. Great memories. Thank goodness for this here blog.
Happily, this trip didn’t have quite as much adventure. Instead of driving hundreds upon thousands of miles, we flew. It was an amazingly short flight and the kids did great.
And the difference in my kids cracks me up. From the time Ev was a baby, if someone who’s not completely in her inner circle says hi to her, she generally looks at them like, ‘why are you talking to me? I don’t know you.’
Jack, on the other hand, would stare at the people sitting on either side of me on the plane until they would look at him and acknowledge him. Then he would burst into a smile as if to say, ‘Finally! You noticed me!’.
Oh he’s a jolly good fellow.
So. Back to New England. Some lovely friends of ours moved up there this year and showed us some of their favorite spots.
It was beautiful.
I had the hardest time I’ve ever had with both kids. (Guess who was off flying drones). (Both kids were exhausted and wailing and I was trying to get both of them to sleep at the same time. Jack was mad. Evelyn felt the need to basically sit on my head while I tried to calm Jack down.)