On our way to New York (early September), we planned a stop with my good friend from high school, Mary Ellen, and her family. Over the years, we’ve gotten together with our kids each time I came out to visit my mom so it only takes the kids a few minutes to feel like they’ve all known each other forever.
Teddy was THRILLED to get to run in their yard after a longish stretch of not-good dog areas and wanted so much to play with Charlie that he couldn’t contain himself. We will be endlessly grateful to our friends for babysitting our RV for almost three weeks so we could get into Staten Island without worry about what to do with the giant RV – saved us a lot of one-fingered NY salutes, too, if we tried to take it over the bridge.
I can’t believe we didn’t take more picture! All I have is a quick shot from an ill-fated trip to the roller skating rink. “It’ll be easy,” I said. “You’ll love flying around the rink with loud music and flashing lights. What’s not to like?” I said. Clearly I forgot about the falling part. Both my kids came out looking like someone took to their knees with a tire rod. But still, they stayed the whole time and kept going back for another round.