Westward Ho ... and Back
Well, we all survived our trip to Pittsburgh. Despite my dark fears that we'd be on the PA Turnpike for 8 hours, stuck in a traffic jam with two shrieking children, the drive itself turned out to be almost completely benign.
Sean had a fabulous time at his grandparents'—I know the weekend was for Natalie and her graduation, but Sean and Allie seemed to receive (and bask in) a fair amount of limelight themselves. Sean in particular blossoms in the presence of other people (he must take after me [that's sarcasm, people, in case you couldn't recognize it]). Of all Sean's cute moments, for me the cutest was his karaoke performance. His star-making rendition of "Strangers in the Night" had Jeff and me nearly in tears. It went something like this:
"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Miss Allie had trouble adjusting to the different environment, especially at night. As a result, none of us got too much sleep. She also developed an acute case of Mommyitis; she cried whenever I left the room or gave her to someone else to hold, or if she saw me walk by or enter the room. I will admit to be slightly proud of the attachment, but at the same time I felt bad for others who wanted to spend time with her and weren't really able to.
Next stop, the shore ... a tiny house, eight adults, one toddler, and one baby. And one bathroom. Stay tuned for the Brigantine Travelogue.
Well, we all survived our trip to Pittsburgh. Despite my dark fears that we'd be on the PA Turnpike for 8 hours, stuck in a traffic jam with two shrieking children, the drive itself turned out to be almost completely benign.
Sean had a fabulous time at his grandparents'—I know the weekend was for Natalie and her graduation, but Sean and Allie seemed to receive (and bask in) a fair amount of limelight themselves. Sean in particular blossoms in the presence of other people (he must take after me [that's sarcasm, people, in case you couldn't recognize it]). Of all Sean's cute moments, for me the cutest was his karaoke performance. His star-making rendition of "Strangers in the Night" had Jeff and me nearly in tears. It went something like this:
"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Miss Allie had trouble adjusting to the different environment, especially at night. As a result, none of us got too much sleep. She also developed an acute case of Mommyitis; she cried whenever I left the room or gave her to someone else to hold, or if she saw me walk by or enter the room. I will admit to be slightly proud of the attachment, but at the same time I felt bad for others who wanted to spend time with her and weren't really able to.
Next stop, the shore ... a tiny house, eight adults, one toddler, and one baby. And one bathroom. Stay tuned for the Brigantine Travelogue.