Our au pair, Wynter, says Austria reminded her of puzzles and postcards. Every turn introduces a new breathtaking scene. Even though it’s always said to leave, the drive home is so beautiful. Continue reading
After two exhausting weeks of 12-hour shifts *every* day, I took the family last night and fled to the mountains. This is the view from our bedroom. The sweet older lady who prepared our beds said she was surprised when all six of us and Patches der Hund climbed out of our car. She offered to bring us fresh eggs and homemade bread, too. Continue reading
WE ARE HOME! It’s way past their bedtime, but the kids and Wynter all got their treats, and now we’re sipping some English tea before calling it a night. Continue reading
Last night was Martin’s first Michelin-star dining experience, so we couldn’t take things too seriously!
The West House in Kent is run by a former musician who played for a bunch of ’80s bands. Now he prepares delicious foie gras tacos and haddock and egg yolk tarts! Continue reading
Martin and I escaped to the United Kingdom for a New Years vacation, just the two of us. It got off to a hectic start. We sat out on the flightline in Germany for more than 90 minutes due to a weather delay.
Usually I prefer the window seat, but he switched with me so I could stand in the aisle awhile. Continue reading
I’m uploading and editing all my camera photos from our vacation, and came across this one from our day in Pisa, Italy.
After 24 days, 5,565 kilometers (3,458 miles), 7 countries (if you count Sicily, ha!) 82 total hours in the car with 3 kids, 1 dog, and more than 10 bags of luggage/laundry/wine/
Almost exactly 13 years ago, Martin and I stepped out of that door back there into a whole new world with our newborn daughter. The Italian hospital has the area blocked off to public vehicles, so Miss C and I walked around the barriers to get this quick picture of the two of us there.
Soooo many sweet memories here. Continue reading
We had an early start this morning, so I skipped the make-up and threw on my sunglasses. When I took ’em off later, my oldest [brat] exclaimed, “Oh my gosh, Mom! You look TIRED!” This one, though, said, “Mom? You look really great today.” This one is getting extra ice cream. Continue reading