Day 1 About 75 minutes into the trip it does flit across my mind that I could still drive to the Hartford airport. The same thought emerges with a little more pressure as we come close to the Albany airport. “Daddy, I went POOP!!” Christian is triumphantly pointing a brown finger at me. The fact that…
Month: June 2011
Summer 2011 – Trip to WI
House looks like Hiroshima. Chances of us leaving at 8am – zero. Christian is singing shake your booty – not sure where he caught that – and Cooper is egging him on. I think I have a hint. Ben is watching the drier waiting for some socks. Griffin is MIA.
10 pennies and a duck 