Showing posts with label I’m a traveling man. Show all posts
Showing posts with label I’m a traveling man. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 31, 2024

To all who come to this happy place… welcome.

Whew!



We spent 17 hours at Disneyland yesterday. That is not including the ~2 hours of drive time but it is including the parking and rope drop.

I have pictures but my phone, iCloud, and Google account are all so full of GBs and MBs I can’t download upload crossload or frontload anything.

(Please imagine me saying that last sentence like Tommy Lee Jones in The Fugitive says “warehouse farmhouse henhouse outhouse or doghouse”)

I’m a Disney adult and I don’t care who knows it ✨

Wednesday, December 27, 2023

Thanks but no thanks

Well I still have a few Thanksblogging posts to catch up on πŸ˜… I’m just here to complain for a minute. I have Covid. Bah humbug!

I realized that the first time I had Covid, it was the week after Easter (2022), and I was pretty sure I caught it from church. This time, the week after Christmas, I’m also pretty sure I got it from church. Well, that or the airport. Or the airplane. Or any other crowded, coughy sneezy place I’ve been in the last 5 days…

I was so exhausted after we got back from our trip late Saturday night that I pretty much spent Sunday, Monday and Tuesday in bed. Well not ALL day every day but like… all afternoon and evening. I told myself I was catching up after six months of never resting, but it turns out I was percolating Covid.

Anyway, I actually am thankful for kids who are old enough to take care of themselves—and the dog!—and for Matt who has cooked all the meals this week and brought me up delicious leftovers tonight after working all day at his office.

I am especially thankful for Matt because it’s our 20th wedding anniversary today. Whew! Good job us!

I am also thankful for our bedroom, which is nowhere near as cozy as our townhouse bedroom BUT it has the same comfy bed and someday I’ll put away all the boxes and fix it up Cozy 2.0.

And, now back to lying on my comfy bed, staring at the TV in between dozing. I am simultaneously exhausted and bored out of my mind.

Saturday, May 13, 2023

That is Just So Typically May



I showed this to Ida and she didn’t think it was as funny as I did. “-Saying”… thanks for clarifying the source of “hip hip hooray” πŸ€ͺ

Anyway spring has sprung, it’s pretty much all sprang, and I am ready to turn over a new leaf with blogging. I’m not making any promises but I just really miss the creative outlet of blogging, and sometimes I turn my Instagram posts into little blogs, and it leaves me feeling more exposed than I’d like. So I want to try to migrate that back over here, where people click on purpose and aren’t just scrolling. If you’re scrolling you maybe aren’t looking for blog-style content.

Polly got baptized today and it was just a wonderful morning together with lots of people who love her, in person and on Zoom. I am also exhausted from the process of planning and executing it. I think we won’t have another big event until Theo’s graduation from high school… but that’s only 2 years away… 😭

Whew! Anyway. Lots to catch up on. We went skiing as a family for the first time. I turned 40. Matt and I went to Hawaii: my 49th state! (North Dakota, here I come) Polly turned 8 and got her ears pierced. My parents are here and I’m so grateful to have spent time with them this week. More later.












Friday, January 13, 2023

New year, new you

We had a GREAT New Year’s trip to California.



It was stressful and expensive and I got almost no sleep. (I’m still recovering from that aspect, because i need a lot of sleep to function, like an inordinate amount πŸ˜‚) And I would do it again right now if I could.
































Until next time, golden state and golden family ☀️ (mind you, it rained most days we were there… lol… but the southland needs rain, so, I’ll allow it).

Tuesday, April 19, 2022

Spring has sprung

I love spring. It’s a very close second to summer for me. Some spring moments to share with you


Face painting on my arm


Mr. Toad


Waiting out a tornado warning


My hairstylist of 10+ years is retiring 😭


Church basketball


My girls


NYC trip


Ginormous Bunny


Spring headache


Neighborhood Easter egg hunt


Friends for the holidays πŸ’›


Is there even a way to caption this 

Wednesday, August 18, 2021

Home again

Did I mention we were traveling for 32 days?

It was exhausting and emotional and fun and exciting and satisfying and expensive and long and short.

This was our third cross-country trip (7,000+ miles) and sixth major family road trip (we’ve gone north twice, once to Maine and once to Canada, and south once, to the Gulf Coast of Alabama). (I’m not including our many trips to Outer Banks, Boston, etc., because you can do those in a day.)

So I just wanted to share a couple of tidbits that I have picked up or figured out along the way.

Bring one duffel bag for each night you’ll be in a hotel. This tip either came from my friend Lynda or my friend Mary, I can’t remember which, but they’re both grandma age and have done many family trips so it was probably one of them. Everyone’s PJs and clothes for that night and the following day goes in that bag, so you’re only bringing one bag into the hotel. (First few trips I did this with giant Ziploc bags, also super handy but the zippers eventually break, and these duffel bags are inexpensive on Amazon and the zippers will last longer.) This method works well for us because we are generally only driving for 5 days at a time, and can easily do laundry somewhere once every 5 days-ish throughout the trip, so 4 duffel bags is the magic number.



Everyone gets one giant open bag (we use the boat tote style from LL Bean or Lands End)(shout out to my sister Bonny for introducing these bags into my life) for everything they will want in the car. It sits at their feet. They pack their own. I don’t want to know what goes in it, and don’t ask me where anything is that was once in it.



At the end of the driving day when we’re getting into the hotel, anything that has made its way out of the bag must be put back in (or thrown away) and the bag placed on its owner’s seat. The car floor needs to be totally clear and clean before we go into the hotel. This helps the kids manage their stuff and also helps me mentally because if the car is cleaned up once a day, I feel like that’s the best I can do and I’m not totally losing my mind. Once we started this nightly practice, the kids (almost) completely stopped losing stuff on the road.

In *general* they don’t bust out devices until evening. The rule used to be they get them out when it gets dark, but that works better in the winter than in the summer. Either way, usually after dinner is when they get them out. The bulk of the day they can spend looking out the window or reading or playing a game or fighting.



I don’t have a picture to illustrate this last tip, but here it is, from my brother Harry: pay the kids $1 each for every 100 miles that they are good. Our first trip we were pretty faithful to this. If the kids were fighting or being annoying they didn’t get the money. If they were quiet and kind, they did. As the trips and years racked up, we still did this, but not really every 100 miles—more like every 300-500. I mean $70 per kid is a lot πŸ˜† and now that they’re older they don’t need the motivation as much.

Favorite quote from the trip might be:
Me: “Theo are you being obnoxious?”
Theo: “yes but everyone is being obnoxious.”
Me: “… touchΓ©.”

We are all hung over in a sense (time change, laundry, too much junk food all month, missing our family, school about to start). But it’s still good to be home.

Wednesday, February 03, 2021

Two things

Two things:



1) The water in the Gulf of Mexico was 60 degrees Fahrenheit and we all got in. All six of us. It felt like getting into a glass of ice water. (#wetsuits)



2) Theo is officially taller than me.

Wednesday, November 18, 2020

Thanks for my homes




Ok, this one hurts a little...

I love the book Brown Girl Dreaming by Jacqueline Woodson, a childhood memoir written in verse. Her mother was from South Carolina, and while they ultimately moved to New York, Jacqueline spent her childhood traveling between both places.

From “halfway home #1”:


...

Right now, our mother says,

we’re only halfway home.


And I imagine her standing

in the middle of a road, her arms out

fingers pointing North and South.


I want to ask:

Will there always be a road?

Will there always be a bus?

Will we always have to choose

between home


and home?



I feel this deeply. But for me it’s not North and South, it’s East and West. I lived my first seventeen years in California, plus a few college summers. I lived in Utah during college and grad school, about six years. Matt and I have lived with our children in Virginia for fourteen years. 

During those years we have traveled “home” often. More often than anyone else we know. Our kids have been on dozens of plane rides and a few cross-country road trips. Before the pandemic hit, I was starting to feel pretty good about this traveling life where we can visit the West as often as we want while still living in the East.

We have talked and continue to talk about moving West, but East continues to be the right place for us... for now. It’s far from settled, especially since we want to move to a slightly bigger house to better fit our growing kids; we just don’t know where that house will be. 

In many ways I actually love feeling this bicoastal tug, but in other ways it has me weepy sometimes. Regardless of any perfect world where I might not “have to choose between home and home,” this is the real world and it’s the world we chose fourteen years ago and keep choosing every day. Both places are home. I’m thankful for the perspective that having multiple “homes” gives us and our kids. I’m thankful for the dozens of people I love dearly who inhabit our “homes” and who have shaped me and shaped our family.




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