To Madison. To a hotel with a pool, which if you're three and two, is like fuh-reaking Disney World, even if it's just some three star joint with lumpy beds. We lost count of how many times during the 3 1/2 hour drive Mister A asked us if we were "almost to da poo?", but it was somewhere around eleventy billion. Then throw in a (free!) upgrade that allows each kid his or her own bedroom? AND free breakfast with FRUIT LOOPS? The stage was set for a pretty great weekend.
And so, without weeds to whack or closets to clear or dogs clean up after, we swam.
And we shopped.
|hello, newborn photo session perfection?|
now if the kids would sit as still as those clothes.
(won't happen, sorry Sarah!)
|what do you mean, they don't come in my size?|
THEN GO MAKE ME SOME.
|oh, hi, pregnancy arms.|
focus on the cute kid.
And after dinner, with full tummies begging to be walked off and the most perfect of summer evening weather making us in no hurry to retire to the hotel room, we kept the kids up past their bedtimes and explored Middleton. We strolled, we chatted, we got gelato and didn't care one bit that they covered the stroller in it, because they were having fun. And so were we. We enjoyed every last minute of a sweet night as a family of four while we still are a family of four.