Over the River and Through the Woods

We're headed off to visit family for the holidays. We're driving for the first time ever and I'm weirdly giddy about being stuck in the car for twelve hours with my husband and the kids. We've got movies, audio books, little toys, snacks, and a GPS so in theory we are all set. If all goes as planned we'll take off around mid-day and arrive safe and sound very late tonight.

I'm not sure why I haven't been posting lately--it's probably related to the reason we aren't doing Christmas cards this year. We're still trying to feel settled in our new hometown and living like squatters with me running off to the laundry, to take Cleo to school, and sneaking in as much reading as I can in between. We've also had a rough round of bronchitis hit the under five set at our house, so I've been administering yucky tasting Robitussin to children determined not to ingest such poison. Yes, I know that other families can balance their lives to perfection, with timely Christmas cards and all, but evidently I'm not one of them. Thus, the family photo above that is now a year old (but still so funny, don't you think?).

Anyway, should the blogging bug hit me in between enjoying my family, attempting to teach Cleo to ski, tyring to persuade Gigi that the potty is not the source of all evil, and playing Santa to my two cute girls I'll try to blog. Otherwise, I'll see you in January.