Wait! It’s actually T-6! We leave a week from yesterday! Holy good lord… So, yeah, 5 weeks away beginning next Sunday. Luckily, we have someone in the house for that whole time so we don’t have to worry about mail, papers, watering plants, etc. However, I don’t think I’ve ever in my adult life taken a trip so there are still a lot of things to consider. Like, say, cleaning out the fridge, activities for the kids and how to manage the DVR for that whole time. (And, yes, that last one is a big deal to me!)

I’m also trying to make sure the computers are backed up, various devices are linked and vegetables in garden are properly spoken for. The frightening thing is that today is the last full day to get all the errands done–but I know I’m missing things. (And it didn’t help that we had a full family trip to the pediatrician’s office in the middle of it all due to a stiff neck and sudden headache. Thank all the various deities that it was a muscle strain and not, God forbid, meningitis. Double yay for wonderful on-call physicians who pick up the phone at 11:40 on a holiday and say, come on in.) We are majorly crossing out fingers that that is the only medical issue that arises between now and our return home, James’s rash and Will’s (newly returned) tics, notwithstanding. (I’m trying not to stress that the head shakes and throat-clearing thing are back. Given the end of the school year, the impending big vacation and all-around craziness, I know we’re due.)

So, still left to do:

  • one more Target trip
  • ship dresses, dress-up stuff and shoes
  • set up mifi (that hopefully arrived on Friday)
  • hope new new camera arrives on time (as opposed to old new camera that I didn’t love)
  • find all my shorts and capris that have somehow disappeared
  • organize all the bathing suits and things
  • set up the journals

There’s other stuff around the house and for work, but I think that’s the big stuff. And, of course, we still have some trip things to finalize. Like figuring out some of the things we’ll actually hit once we get to our various destinations. So, first stop: Portland, ME. I’ve already sussed out that there’s a Pirate’s Cove not too far away. We’ll also have to figure out the baby backpack thing (mini-golf with a baby is always interesting, albeit a little less so than with a toddler, thank goodness), but I’m letting Kelley handle that one.


I finally posted the pictures from Milliepalooza (i.e., Camilla’s 30th birthday celebration) to Flickr and Facebook. I’m pretty sure that, even if you don’t have a Flickr account you can just click on the photo to the right and you’ll be able to see all 115 of ’em. (I’m limited to 60 on Facebook. It’s probably better that they make me narrow it down — the ones there are the best, but there are still some more good ones on Flickr.)

I’m trying to clean out the memory card of my digital camera before Jaime and Dan’s wedding — I have a feeling I’ll be taking a picture or two. I still have about a billion photos to post (o.k., only about 1500) before my card is down to 0, but that’s a bit unlikely considering getting these up took the entire day. I’m aiming to get up the pictures from NYC up this week, too. If I accomplish that, I’ll be a happy camper.

I’m sitting here in the Courtyard Marriott on an interlude from George’s wedding activities. It’s quite odd to be in a hotel on the Cape rather than at Grandma’s House or The Retreat. Not, however, bad.

Lucy and Will were quite funny on the way here, Will saying that he liked hotels because that’s where they brought you the food and you could eat it on the bed. (“To the tune of $100 for bad pancakes,” Kelley of course added.) Lucy took no time in getting to the work of scoping out the room service menu which, in this case, is actually quite slim since it is only Domino’s pizza from 11 a.m. through, well, I’m not sure since Lucy has appropriated the detailed list. For most people (like, again, Kelley) this would be an awful transpiring of events. For Lucy, however, who has inherited my odd love for Domino’s pizza, it is the cherry on top. Thus the note I awoke to this morning:

Dear Mom,

I know it is still morning, but for dinner I want a small crunchy thin crust cheese pizza and side of chicken “kickers.” [quotations hers]


In the words of David Letterman: I’m not making this stuff up.

Alas, for dinner we are being treated to a barbeque (how the heck do you spell that??? My spell check is saying it’s wrong, but I can’t think of what else it would be) at the compound and therefore will have to forego our Domino’s room service. Now, as much as I am a fan of Domino’s, I’m a fan of big family bbq’s even more.

I’m not entirely positive that Lucy is feeling the same way, but I’m thinking at the moment she is. The thing about being with George’s family is that there are a billion (or maybe a billion and two) kids around at any given time. In addition to the Churchill kids (six of them, between George, Elly, and Jon and their respective partners [and ex-partners, I suppose]), there are various cousins and, in this iteration, the children of all the wedding party. Actually tonight, there are probably even more coming in since it’s wedding guests as well. Last night, while the adults were at the rehearsal dinner, Betsy hired a coordinator plus four camp counselors to run childcare for the 25 kids. Lucy and Will were in heaven.

Most of the kids went their separate ways today, although we were lucky enough to spend the majority of the day with Daron, Ted, Leo (Ted and Elly’s 5-yr-old) and Julian (George’s 5 yr-old). Part of that was spent hanging out on the semi-private beach, part of it sailing to and from Egg Island with George W. (Refer to title of this blog.)

Will, for as much as he really doesn’t like venturing out into the water (the red seaweed paralyzed him — not literally, of course, although you would wonder if you saw him frozen in place this afternoon), absolutely LOVES being out on boats. And it’s pretty hard to tear Lucy away from the beach, although getting her onto the sailboat wasn’t exactly hard. Before we went out to the sailboat, George W. took all the kids puttering around in the Zodiac (or, according to Will’s not entirely accurate memory of the description in the car ride down, the “maniac”) for a while, leaving Daron, Jon, Kelley and I to just hang out on the beach. And this is why it’s really hard to return to real life after vacations.

One of the other really nice things was that I felt very little guilt leaving at around 4 to come back to the hotel and walk on the treadmill, shower, check email, and write this post. The kids probably haven’t even noticed I’m not there, and although Kelley has, it may only be because he needs me to bring Will a short-sleeved shirt when I return for the BBQ. (And I don’t even feel too much guilt there because there are so many 5-yr-old boys around that there’s no chance there won’t be an extra shirt lying around if it turns out it’s really desperately needed.)

That said, I am pushing it, so I really should go. Perhaps I will be able to get back on later tonight and write about what life is like for the other half. No, I’m not talking about those lucky enough to spend their days leisurely beach-going and sailing. I’m talking instead about that class of folks that I don’t think much about when it comes to the lives they have to lead: husbands.

Until later…