Archive for the ‘Travel’ Category

I posted this on my Facebook page yesterday but it requires some explanation so I’m posting it here today, too. Brief snippet of conversation between my husband and myself while planning a vacation: Me: “But isn’t that what dysfunctional people would do?” Him: “We are dysfunctional people.” Me: “.” Him: “.” Me: “Well okay, then: [...]
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My husband and I went away. For an entire weekend. Sans kids. For the first time ever. In eleven years. You heard me. It’s been eleven years since we went away together without the kids. Where the hell did all that time go?!
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This post is from the archives and was originally published last June, but a friend-who-is-a-lurker dug it up today and tweeted me they liked it, and so I re-read it. I had forgotten about it. You know what? I really love this one so I’m publishing it again. (-: When we were in Lancaster, PA, [...]
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OMG. Stop the presses – I’ve just been offered a mom-blogger perk. A “perk”, in mom-blogger lingo, is the equivalent of getting swag at red carpet events. Sort of. Well okay, not really.
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Big News! The Momalog is in Travel + Leisure talking Spring Break destinations with some other pretty amazing bloggers – Mannahattamama, The Bloggess, and Scary Mommy! OMG!
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We’re in Amish country. We took a little road-trip to a town called Bird-in-Hand, PA.
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Our last stop on our trip was Dublin, Ireland – where the grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins live. We don’t have any family around us where we live in Maryland, so when we go to Dublin the best part for the kids is spending time with family, and hugging everybody a whole lot.
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This is a quick post about jet-lag and kids from our hotel room while Ella sleeps – my other two have gone off to a creperie for le petit dejeuner. Since Ella is only six, and is a child who loves her routine – traveling can be challenging. She is a girl who loves to sleep [...]
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We are in Paris. I’ve tried to encourage my children to speak as much French as they know, which isn’t much – but when we got to our hotel Ella said, “Bonjour, ca va? Ou est le map pour le metro?” and the clerk understood her. I was very impressed. Later, I was feeling somewhat [...]
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