I’m sure you’ve figured out by now that we survived the trip to Michigan. Now that we’ve been home for a week, I would even say that we’ll do it again, but not more than once a year. The trip north was ok – for the first 11 hours. The kiss of death was John commenting (from the front seat) that it was going so well. After that the babies reached their car seat limit and let us know for the next 5 hours. We stayed the night in a hotel and it took about an hour to get everyone settled and to sleep. Gwendolyn wasn’t too happy about the hotel stay (“What is this place?”), she wanted to get to Grandpa and Nana’s right away. The second day is a blurry haze. I rode in the backseat with the kids and was not allowed to even close my eyes – Gwendolyn cried when I fell asleep. We arrived in Lexington about 9:30pm. Grandpa made a welcome sign for the kids and they were really excited to have us. We took over their house, baby stuff in every room. We spent the week seeing family and friends, going to my cousins wedding and we even got to see a movie one evening.
Note about my cousins wedding: At the reception, after they did their first dance, father/daughter dance, they had a dance for the bridal party. It was some slow country song, I wasn’t paying much attention. After attending wedding after wedding in my 20’s (which are almost over), the moments that are so special for the bride and groom seem very similar to me. Anyway, all of the sudden, the music cuts to Michael Jackson’s Thriller. The bridal party breaks into the zombie dance, perfectly coordinated and executed for about 3 minutes. They even had smoke pumping. It was pretty awesome. Then they just went back to finishing their sweet slow dance like it never happened. They must have practiced a lot! I just hope they got it on video!
We also had the babies baptized. The priest who married John and I and baptized Gwendolyn is retiring, so we took the opportunity while we could. John’s brother, Jeremy and his wife Tara are Jack’s god parents and my sister, Jenna, and John’s sister Jennifer are Madeline’s god mothers. We attended mass and then the baptism was after. Gwendolyn was dreadful during mass, I think she had reached her vacation limit. The babies did ok, but were getting tired, hungry and hot by the end of the baptism. Afterward, my parents hosted a party at their house with lots of food and drinks. Lots of our family came and enjoyed the beautiful weather and food. It was great. Grandma Mills cornered Father E and told him, what I can only assume, lots of inappropriate stories.
The trip home went better than we thought. I think everyone knew what to expect this time. Or maybe I just handled it better. We were all very happy to be home. I was a good trip, but hardly a vacation for John and I. I would be so bold as to say you cannot take a vacation with little kids. They are just way to demanding. Even with my parents helping there was always something that needed to be done. I’m looking forward to John and I taking a mini-break in October when my parents are here to watch the kiddos.