After Kent got back from his last-minute, two-week long, twenty-hour work days trip to Romania, he suggested escaping to his parents' cabin for a weekend.
Oh yeah, I was totally on board with that idea.
The cabin is one of our family's "happy places." So perfect. Cozy, nostalgic, warm, and all about just being there together as a family.
Plus, I was really really wanting to spend some time with Kent's family before I get too pregnant to travel anymore.
And the kids? They were delighted, to put it mildly.
plus, two hours on a plane vs. twelve hours in the car with our kiddos? No brainer.
Ellie was a little nervous during takeoff. She held on tight,
and I pretty much loved it.
The kids were great.
Until Nicholas's new crayons broke. (cheapo coloring pack.)
Aiy. Five is kind of a tiring year. Not anywhere near as hard as three was, but for a pregnant lady with plenty of her own mood swings, I just don't have much left in me to deal with his emotional roller coaster.
Thanks to the joys of modern technology and a dvd player, I was able to sneak in a few minutes of reading.
Our biggest take-home lesson from this trip? Three-year-olds are not old enough to not need a stroller.
She was a trooper, but those little legs get mighty tired.
Entertaining ourselves with silly faces while waiting for Daddy to get the rental car.
But, just a few hours after leaving home, we were cozied up in front of the wood-burning stove, roasting marshmallows and drinking nutella hot chocolate.
Yep, I'm ready to go back again.