Weekend with Daddy
When I came home from Michigan a couple of weeks ago, Julie had a surprise for me. "Since you've been traveling so much lately, I think it's my turn." Her family is going to the Bahamas for Labor Day weekend, and she was going to join them - w/o me or the kids. We could have all gone, but going on vacation with two kids is not a vacation. Besides, it's in the Bahamas - and fishing for lobster and boozing on a boat all weekend is not a kid-friendly environment. So I'm flying solo with Abbie and Jack for the weekend.
Julie left this morning on a 6 a.m. flight - first class no less. She had some miles from years ago and decided to treat herself right.
So far it's going well - Abbie is still sleeping and Jack is over making farting noises in the corner. Today's activities should be a lot of fun - riding bikes to breakfast (they ride in a trailer behind mine), followed by a hike, naps - and then the camping expedition begins. They love "tents", but the the only tent they've ever seen is in the bed with the covers. Tonight we're going to pitch a tent in the backyard, roast some marshmallows and hot dogs over the fire pit and pretend like we're camping. Hopefully we'll remember to come in before the sprinklers come on in the morning. 