Bet on it

For a SAHM I sure go on vacation a lot don't I? Spoiled brat, you're probably thinking. But it's because I am a SAHM that I need vacations. Have you ever spent four straight days wiping snot off every surface of your house and both your kids? You did? And you didn't go to Vegas afterward? Well you should lodge a formal complaint.

So anyway, we're here for Josh's work meetings and then we're sneaking in a trip to see our friends in San Francisco over the weekend, with a stop in Napa.

You know what's the most annoyong part about traveling without the baby? I still have to get up and pump. So there I was this morning, 7 a.m., wide awake and kachunk-kachunk-kachunking along.

I'm going to the pool now. To read. With no sand toys or life jackets or splashing or cries of having to go home so we can pee in the potty.

Continued travels

We shook all the sand out of our swimsuits, rinsed off all the sunscreen, packed up the car and left the lake today.




But our tour of Wisconsin is not over yet! Because the drywall is being installed at home, it's too dusty to take the kids there. So we went to my parents this morning, where the wee children were scheduled to stay for the weekend anyway so Josh and I can celebrate our anniversary and attend Lollapalooza. I believe the traditional gift for four years is Radiohead tickets, no?

Cheese, bratwurst and mosquitoes await

We're taking off for a couple of weeks of family vacation in beautiful Wisconsin, beginning this weekend. While my house is reconstructed, I will be dousing myself with citronella bug spray and stuffing myself silly with s'mores and learning how to water ski.

I plan to blog here and there, but not on an everyday schedule. Unless I feel like it. Because spending that much quality time with our families might drive me to hide in the closet and type quietly of my angst so I don't lose my damn mind. I say that in the most loving manner possible, of course.

Enjoy the rest of your July, kids.

I love New York

Josh and I are off to New York. We are once again sticking the kids with Grandma and Grandpa and jetting off for a weekend away. This time, we'll be hitting Buddha Bar and SoHo House for good friend (and longtime reader) Ed. Yes, we're trendy like that. I'll have a full report next week, if Blogger ever deems me worthy of publishing again.

That's a cactus

I totally forgot to tell y'all that we were going on vacation! To Phoenix. With the childrens. And the whole fam.

So here we are in Scottsdale where it's nice and sunny and warm. Ha ha to all you suckas in the cold climates. It's nice to go without a jacket and Jack was really confused this morning and kept trying to pull his short sleeves down on his arms.

Emmie is a trooper and slept the whole time at the airport and on the plane. Jack didn't nap. And was awake for 12 hours. But didn't throw any tantrums and was super well-behaved. Despite the two-hour delay at O'hare while we waited for a pilot coming from Dallas. Who never came. So they got a new one after all the waiting. Do you like these sentence fragments?

But that's neither here nor there. We arrived and we're going to see some baseball and soak up some sunshine. The kids will get to swim, but lord knows nobody wants to see my postpartum ass in a swimsuit so I think I will watch from the side.

By the way, there is nothing more depressing than shopping for warm-weather clothes at seven weeks postpartum. UGH.