Our walk

After much coaxing and pleading, bribing and shaming, I finally got my walk.
I love it here with so many tall trees!
The boys complained most of the way, until they got to lead in the little paths and the hotel was out of sight.
The tiniest snow flakes were being tossed by the wind and I saw a squirrel, but no big animals: just their deposits. I think we were too noisy. Although I wonder if this tree trunk was scraped by a bear?
Or trek was beautiful but short.
We had to have a family conference on the coach before the moaning children could be granted swimming privileges again. I was so sad. It was the thing I looked forward to most, and they were so dismissive it hurt my feelings and I had to say it.
Dave suggested we all name what we hoped to do most so we could try to accommodate everyone in our next three days. Both the boys named swimming and tomorrow we'll go on an Easter picnic drive for Daddy.
Ahhhh.
It's tough being confined with just your family for hours on end, but talking things out really helps.
The boys lost their special treats privilege for now and have to help with clean up after meals the first time we ask.
They're doing OK. But we're all over stimulated and cranky.
What is it about being on vacation that makes us so protective?
Hummm...
Davey's going crazy with ideas for our new addition this summer, scribbling new kitchen formations on graph paper, and I watch all the invitations for new voice work auditions come and go as we opted not to bring the microphone.
We'll dive in when we return, but I'm trying to prepare for that now best I can.
It's good to be here.
I am but one member of my family and we all have to bend.
Case in point: the boys are breathing down my neck right now because supposedly Daddy told them they could use the computer now.
Urrggh.
Breath
Here's to a great Easter tomorrow.