With the in-laws and a bunch of kids!
(My husband is so nice to me. For reals. Every year I give him a list of death anniversaries for which he’s required to host a dinner, and then tell him where we’re going on vacation with my parents.)
We did our traditional weekend in Galena last weekend, and it was every bit as magical as it always is. We’ve been going since before I was born (I say we because I did the math and it was alarmingly close to 40 weeks before I was born. Eww.) and it is so special to share with my kids now.
The couple in the room above us also had a magical weekend. A very loud magical weekend, multiple times a night. A magical weekend I was really worried I would have to explain to my six-year-old. A magical weekend I was awake for not because of similar sextytime reasons but because my three-year-old got scared and was only comforted by sleeping on my husband’s face with his feet in my neck.
And they say marriage isn’t sexy. Lies, I tell you.
We caravanned with my parents and sister, so it took us roughly eighteen hours to make the 175 mile drive. But that was okay because we had coffee and I stopped and bought cinnamon rolls at a Kwik Trip and yeah I know that sounds super janky, but you know what? BEST DAMN CINNAMON ROLLS I’VE EVER HAD. So there.
Seriously. Cannot explain how amazing it is to see these two little people, people whom I wasn’t sure I would be lucky enough to have, in my most favorite place on earth.
And now that we have Poppyseed???? SERIOUSLY GUYS it’s amazing.
No there’s no hotel sex. But look at those little heads!!!
I tried to take a nice picture with my kids. One complied. I’ll let you guess which one.
Cooper even flew to meet us!
J Kids Christmas album cover.
Buddy has some thoughts on how amazing hot chocolate is.
She wanted to play fancy ladies so I let her play with makeup and gave her contact dermatitis. Oops. Oh well, we had fun.
On Sunday it snowed, which was magical because we were leaving and didn’t have to walka round in it.
(Or at least it was magical until I turned into my mother and flipped out about the dangerous roads.)
And of course, the sign of a good trip, both kids passed out in the car after about ten minutes.
Already can’t wait for next year.