Travel

THIS post, written  by Andrea forever ago, brought back back bad memories of our flight back from Heathrow almost two years ago. We had an 11 AM flight and checked in in a daze before racing to the terminal before breakfast assuming we'd grab something to eat near our departure gate. We arrived a half hour before boarding only to realize, it being Heathrow and all, there was nothing AT the gate. No restaurant, cafe or shop, just a few crappy vending machines. So, awesome parents that we are, we gave The Boy some chips(crisps) and chocolate hoping to tide him over until we were given lunch on the plane.

Fast forward an hour and we were sitting on the plane with a child screaming from hunger, smiling sheepishly and apologizing while the rest of the passengers shot us eye-daggers as they boarded.

It looked something like this

It sucked, and we learned our lesson.

Since then we've avoided plane-travel but have begun our annual trip to San Francisco and have added another baby to take with us, but we're trying to keep things as simple as we can - in life and travel. But this is a big year. The Little Boy is turning one and I'm turning forty, both occasions to be marked by travel and, when added to our regular trips turn '13 into a pricey year. And this is supposed to be a cheap year as we save for a trip to Europe next year. Blerg.

Still, it's all worth it. Our Little Boy birthday trip is booked and my turning old trip will be booked within the next two weeks. I'm excited to book our San Francisco trip and starting to daydream about our trip to Europe next year. The reason it's all worth it is because this is what I do. I travel, and think about travel, and plan travel. Even now, when I'm dealing with a tempermental three year old and a broken body, travel's as essential to me as breathing.

I can only hope at least one of boys inherits my wanderlust.

School's Out

 

It' hard to believe how fast this year rushed by. Nine months ago we took my little buddy to his first day of school and he clenched his jaw, held back tears, asked us to stay, let tears flow and broke our hearts.

 

It was tough on all of us.

 

 

Last week, the end of the school year, was a different story. I took pics of The Boy, wandering non-chalantly into school - in his jammies, because they were having a pyjama party, but it took THIS POST on Andrea's blog to inspiredme to make a similar post comparing Day 1 to Day... whatever the last day was.



So now, on to Summer School!

And so it begins

Coffee with Grandpa.

Nearly forty years of following my dad to cafes, three years, interupted by school, of The Boy and I meeting my dad for coffee, and now it's The Little Boy's turn to inherit our family's soft spot for cafe society.

Honestly, The Little Boy and I have been enjoying outings with Grandpa for a while, but The Boy's brief break from school last week afforded us the first ever opportunity to get all four of us out together, without Hubs or friends or Step Mom.

Hooray!

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It Feels More Like Work Now

Well, sort of. The Little Boy is pulling himself up on anything and everything so we purged my dilapidated, death trap of a desk and got a tiny yet solid desk for my little corner in our living room. Now I may be inspired to write a lot and blog a little.

Happy Day After Mother's Day

After years, only four years but whatever, of being disappointed by Hubs' lack of initiative regarding Mother's Day I finally took it upon myself to tell him what would make me a happy mama on Mother' Day - flowers and a nice brunch with my boys.

Mission accomplished as Hubs returned from shopping with some pink roses on Saturday and booked our standard fancy pants restaurant for brunch.

It was lovely. Hot, but lovely. And my boys held it together remarkably well. We came thisclose to needing to leave before dessert, but we managed to finish our meal and to avoid too much in the way of angry glares from fellow diners.

So, from me and my boys, Happy Belated Mother's Day!

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