Didja miss me, Weasel? Didja?

I told you a million times, the name’s Wise-ell.

Ahh, I could quote that movie all day.

So. Vacation? Rocked it. The kids were so awesome, slept through the night every night in the hotel, great on the plane, great at every restaurant …

Okay, so there were slight hiccups everywhere. Spencer pouted through the wedding because “no one would play with him” because he wouldn’t go play with the other kids and wanted them to come to him (he finally sucked it up and had fun, my little prima donna). We planned POORLY on what we should do while we were up there and spent a ridiculous amount of time DRIVING doing nothing. Did you know that Delaware and Maryland have $4 tolls that randomly pop up on the interstate? That you can take a bridge to Maryland, and the same bridge will cost $5 on the return drive and there will be no warning sign so you can take another route? That there isn’t another route?

But the majority of the trip was fun just because it was good to get away. Thursday night was our date night and the newlyweds watched the kids while we went out on the University of Delaware town, and had dinner at a place called Home Grown. Except that we weren’t hungry so we had crab fondue and a couple beers and people watched which was also fun. I may have gotten talked into doing a 10-day juice cleanse by my husband who watches too many documentaries (so when this happens I will not be a happy person and you should steer clear). Friday was Philly day, and we went to the Please Touch Museum (So! Cool!) and Reading Terminal Market (DiNics! So! Good!), got stuck in the March on Wall Street protests (Spencer piped in with the chant since it was so catchy, but he kept getting it wrong: We! Are! The ninety-nine and six! And Henry clapped. A police officer pointed him out as the littlest protester, even though we weren’t actually in the march). Saturday we had the morning to spare so we drove around Maryland and ended up at a craft festival in Havre de Grace, and stuck on toll roads and note to the Northeast: you can shove your tolls. We got back in time for the wedding and had a great time there too. It was beautiful and the kids had a great time and the only difficult part of that day was when I got a text at 8:47pm the night before asking if I would do the toast for the wedding. Ha!

Turned in early Saturday night in preparation for leaving early Sunday morning, but we still didn’t get moving as fast as we should have so catching our flight was a little harrowing and Henry was bored the whole flight so he made it miserable for us (not for the other passengers, he wasn’t crying but he was being a bit of a pill). Got home to lots of rain (it was evidently raining most of the time we were out of town) and spent Sunday laying on the couch catching up on our DVR while the kids napped. A great ending to a nice holiday.