It’s summer. I’m on maternity leave. All roads (or, well, flights) led to the Bay Area. It was time for William to go on his first flights and his first trip to Grandma and Grandpa’s. The girls – and us – were in for the fun, too. The kids and I flew up a day before Dan to maximize our time with family. People think that flying with three small children is hard, but I promise you that the car ride to the airport and then to Dan’s parents’ house was much harder (William, like his sisters as infants, is a terrible, terrible car screamer).
Our trip involved a lot of free play for the girls. Grandma and Grandpa have the best toys, of course. They explored the back yard, we went for walks, we went to local playgrounds, and we visited with neighbors and friends. We also embarked on a few outings, as shown below.
Dan and I even went on a date night (fondue and drinks) after the kids went to bed one evening!
We were glad that we got to spend some quality time with family and the kids had a blast with their grandparents.
Our goodbyes at the airport included some tears, especially from Vivian. Unknown to us at the time, though, Dan and Lillian would be spending another week in the Bay Area later in July while Dan worked and Lillian was cared for by Grandma and Grandpa during her annual daycare closure. It’s nice that Grandpa and Grandpa (and Uncle Alex) are only a six-hour drive or one-hour flight away!