We have a vacation scheduled for June, but who knows whether we'll actually be able to go.
The pandemic makes me more glad than ever that last year we went three places--Atlanta on spring break, Florida in the summer, and Michigan City, IN/Chicago on fall break.
Last night, I decided that I would take the time to actually scrapbook our 2019 fall break trip, which led me to suggest that for family time after supper, we would look through our family travels scrapbooks.
(Ok, all the time is, technically, family time right now.)
The first trip in the albums dates back to 2009 when we went on our first trip as a family of 5 (although one of us was still in utero on that particular trip to Gulf Shores, AL).
We had gone on another trip to Gulf Shores in 2005, but those photos went into the N IS THE ONLY CHILD album.
The travels in these books are both near and far.
There are half-day trips to Salato Wildlife Center, 2-day trips to Santa Claus, IN, and longer across the country trips to Colorado.
For most of the travels, I have included memorable stories in the scrapbook such as when we went to Edisto Island, SC, and G got his hand stuck in a crab statue. I was convinced we'd have to call the fire department and have them destroy the statue to get his hand out.
(Lotion for the lubricating win on that one.)
On our fall break trip a couple years back to St. Louis, G and I recreated one from when he was a wee boy. The original photo was at our local zoo when he was terrified of animatronic dinosaurs even though he LOVED dinosaurs and begged me to take him to the exhibit.
The recreation was at the St Louis Science Center.
Oh, here is another photo of me packing around G. He wanted to go to Dinosaur World because he loved dinosaurs. He then refused to walk through it, so guess who carried him the entire time?
We have determined that G is a complete sh*t, but if it wasn't for him, our travels would be SO BORING.
We'd have zero memorable events.
There was our trip to Mason, OH to visit Great Wolf Lodge. We still ask M to do his imitation of Wiley the Wolf, which he perfected while there:
"Stomp, stomp. Clap, clap. Ya got that? Let's do it one more time."
(Must be said in a very twangy way.)
And then there were the photos from Battery Park, Charleston, SC. N was sitting on her gigantic pile of turds.
We had a lot of fun spending time reminiscing, and it made me immensely happy if only for a little while.
The pandemic makes me more glad than ever that last year we went three places--Atlanta on spring break, Florida in the summer, and Michigan City, IN/Chicago on fall break.
Last night, I decided that I would take the time to actually scrapbook our 2019 fall break trip, which led me to suggest that for family time after supper, we would look through our family travels scrapbooks.
(Ok, all the time is, technically, family time right now.)
The first trip in the albums dates back to 2009 when we went on our first trip as a family of 5 (although one of us was still in utero on that particular trip to Gulf Shores, AL).
We had gone on another trip to Gulf Shores in 2005, but those photos went into the N IS THE ONLY CHILD album.
The travels in these books are both near and far.
There are half-day trips to Salato Wildlife Center, 2-day trips to Santa Claus, IN, and longer across the country trips to Colorado.
For most of the travels, I have included memorable stories in the scrapbook such as when we went to Edisto Island, SC, and G got his hand stuck in a crab statue. I was convinced we'd have to call the fire department and have them destroy the statue to get his hand out.
(Lotion for the lubricating win on that one.)
On our fall break trip a couple years back to St. Louis, G and I recreated one from when he was a wee boy. The original photo was at our local zoo when he was terrified of animatronic dinosaurs even though he LOVED dinosaurs and begged me to take him to the exhibit.
The recreation was at the St Louis Science Center.
Oh, here is another photo of me packing around G. He wanted to go to Dinosaur World because he loved dinosaurs. He then refused to walk through it, so guess who carried him the entire time?
We have determined that G is a complete sh*t, but if it wasn't for him, our travels would be SO BORING.
We'd have zero memorable events.
There was our trip to Mason, OH to visit Great Wolf Lodge. We still ask M to do his imitation of Wiley the Wolf, which he perfected while there:
"Stomp, stomp. Clap, clap. Ya got that? Let's do it one more time."
(Must be said in a very twangy way.)
And then there were the photos from Battery Park, Charleston, SC. N was sitting on her gigantic pile of turds.
We had a lot of fun spending time reminiscing, and it made me immensely happy if only for a little while.
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