My parents were with us for two lovely weeks. It was a huge event in our household–bigger than birthdays, bigger than Christmas. We took them all over Oxford, to Blenheim Palace and Windsor Castle, to London for one day and out to the Cotswolds for two. And in the middle of it all, Alex and I went to Bath for a few days and left them holding the babies. It was our first getaway in two years. Did we miss the children? (What children?)
For the regulars, I’m sorry for the silence. I didn’t think about blogging much. I didn’t think about vacuuming, shopping, or answering emails and I only did laundry when a series of unfortunate events made it inevitable. Now Nana and Boppa are safely home again and I am picking up the threads, musing on memories of our adventures.