If there is one thing the kids didn't get from me, it's flexibility. Maybe it's because they don't have a choice in some things, but I'd like to think that they roll with the punches pretty well. We spent the weekend on the road again, and it turned out to be a pretty cool couple of days. We were at Griffin's baptism up in north jersey, and got to see a bunch of people we don't run into all that often anymore.
The kids and I hustled to Wagsworth Manor first thing in the morning, stopped at the store on the way back, picked up Sara and got in the car again, hauled ass for another two hours up to Scotch Plains, stopped at the church, back in the car to a restaurant in Plainfield, then back in the car to Mar's house in Scotch Plains, back in the car to dinner in Somerset, back in the car to Maria and Kevin's in Middlesex, off to bed on a comforter on the floor, back in the car to Malvern, and home to Berwyn by Sunday night... see? All that in one sentence. In between all of that GPS programming, I remembered why I miss everyone up there so much. No matter where we stopped on the road, it felt like home. Plus, Lily wore her Kimono Twingy for the first time. Who could ask for more than that?