|This is what it looked like when we left our house.|
You can't tell in this picture but snow is falling.
Surprisingly, everyone in our family seems to like going on long drives. I'm not quite sure how this happened. Paul and I both love driving across the country and the kids have somehow inherited this love, which to me seems astounding at times, since they're two and four and should be asking "are we there yet?" over and over again, rather than peering out the sometimes steamy windows and asking "what state are we in now? Is this New York? Is this Michigan?"
I think their attitude might just be the result of our shared love of driving (since Mommy and Daddy are having fun this must be fun!), or at least I imagine that's what it is, because nothing else really makes sense. It's not as if either of our children are naturally good at holding still for long periods of time when they're out of their car seats.
|Here I'm trying to get a picture of the silly look Mae was giving me from the back. Every time I tried to snap a picture of the face she was making she would suddenly look serious...|
|One of the chaplets|
On our way east we drove from 8-something until 7-something, when we landed in Weedsport, New York for the night. The eleven hours were broken up with a stop for lunch in Ohio, which was eaten in the car, a stop for about fifteen minutes at a rest stop in Pennsylvania, and a break for dinner in a snowy town in New York, with sandwiches eaten again in the car. We'd planned on going late into the night while the babies slept, and making it all the way to Massachusetts, but when the wiper motor on the car gave out (costing a little under $300 to fix) it was time to stop for the night and hope that the road was clear in the morning so that we could make it all the way to the coast without having to find a mechanic. The fact that our car's defroster fan has never worked contributed to the "where'd the road go" problem that meant an early diversion from our plans.
|This is how they wanted to sleep. Definitely not happening.|
|Back on the road...|
|They're almost all smiling...|
In the morning we left at around 8 and made it home a little after 2 pm, for a six hour drive (it only took us 15 hours in the more pleasant weather to make the trip home!). For the last hour in the car Mae fused about a hole in the knee of her pants that had been tiny when we left Pennsylvania, but that was huge by the time we made it home. And that was pretty much the extent of the fussing during the entire 34 hours in the car, during which time they played with books and a handful of toys they'd brought in their backpacks, but mostly watched the landscape go by out the window.
It feels good, after all that driving, to be home and to be getting back into our routine. This morning we're rearranging the rooms with Paul and I moving into the girls room, Patrick (or at least his crib and dresser) moving into our room and the girls moving into the sewing room... and now I need to run... because there's lots of moving things around to do!