California trip: traveling to the cabin

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.

 We opted to fly, since car travel is not comfortable for me anymore,
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.
Mostly.
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.