We're leaving early tomorrow morning for Bar Harbor, Maine. I don't know who's more excited, me or the girls. We're sitting here at the table, and Matilda has a million questions, because, well, because it's what she does. Here's one:
Matilda: How old will I be when we go to Bar Harbor?
Me: Uh, five, we're going tomorrow, you'll still be five. Tomorrow.
Matilda: Oh.
Steve can't come with us, but don't feel sorry for him, soon he will be climbing the peaks of MachuPichu in Peru. Instead we're going with Tim and Andrea and most of Andrea's family to stay in this enormous house that her mother's rented for the week. I haven't been on a vacation that didn't involve tents since before the girls were born. This is gonna be great!
Even with a broken foot.
And just so you know, the title of this post is from this book, which my girls and I highly recommend.
4 comments:
Oh have fun!
So. Stinkin'. Envious.
You are the luckiest girls in the world.
I have jumped over here from Brillig's blog to say hello.
I LOVE the name Matilda, by the way.
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