My husband’s parents live in Frederick, Maryland and we just spend a wonderful week and a half with them. We planned this trip months ago and then with all the house-buying stuff, things were pretty crazy getting ready to leave. As we were starting to feel the stress of everything that moving entailed we thought, “How are we going to possibly get away for so long at such a critical time?” Turned out to be just what we needed.
We spent a few days last weekend at a spot on the Patunxet River/Chesapeake Bay (our undisclosed remote location).
It was beautiful and relaxing.
We even caught this guy and ate him for dinner. Because of a lot of rain, the crabs weren’t too far up the river, so we had to supplement with hot dogs. Also the reason we had to buy more at a restaurant a few days later. My husband takes those suckers apart like a true Marylander. I’m okay with breaking the claws, but that’s about as far as I can go on my own. I think it runs in his blood. His father was born and raised in Portsmouth, New Hampshire and comes from many generations of hardy New England stock. The man can reap every ounce of edible meat from a cooked lobster with the precision of a surgeon. He made the most of that crab too.
We also spent time on the beach, at the pool, playing miniature golf, and inside a naval/history museum during the afternoon with pouring rain.
As a result we spent a lot of time in the air-conditioned Smithsonian Museums. I LOVE the National Gallery. I studied history and art (Humanities) in college and I always love the opportunity to see the real stuff. I took my girls with me while Dad took the boys to the Air and Space Museum. The girls loved it too. The one quandary was the nudes! It gets tricky to explain “naked women in magazines=bad/naked women by Renoir=art” as you’re running through the National Gallery.
A lovely week was had by all. The kids had a ball with their grandparents. Some perfect R & R for everyone. So why am I exhausted?
Last night on the flight home my 3-year-old saw people across the aisle from us get up and suddenly said, “I want to go outside too!” as I tried to explain that you can’t just “go outside” when your 10,000 feet up in the air, his brother said, “Yeah look!” and raised the shade. At which the 3-year-old exclaimed, “Oh goody! We’re in Heaven!”