Wednesday, April 27, 2011
On the road again
We're hitting the road, or the skies, tomorrow.
Passports: check (Essie is working on one for her bear Bernose as I write this.) "Mommy, what day was Bernose born? Was he really born in China?"
I've got some fat magic markers, some sculpting clay, and some books.
I'm still missing the candy, but I'm sure we can pick some up along the way.
But I'm mostly just hoping the video entertainment lineup is really, really enticing. Because the thought of eight mid-day hours on a plane with two kids and no daddy in sight to tag team with, scares the bee Jesus out of me.
Especially since Mommy will be pretty much despondent about leaving her other half behind. Ian and I took a ceremonial, farewell walk at the end of a beautiful, cloudless day yesterday. We walked through lush green meadows and along tidy walking paths lined with wild rhododendron and along single track trails that wound through stunning blue-bell woods. A purple carpet spread out in every direction. And, miraculously and conveniently as one can only expect from England, a strategically-placed pub in which to stop and fortify ourselves with a glass of cider.
Wish us luck.
America is still there, isn't it?