We recently returned from "Dacation" as Logan lovingly called it. . . or an "Adventure" if he was feeling more, well, adventuresome. We spent the week with family (and snuck in visits with good friends too). Our time was a little fragmented, and we spent time with different branches of family in different locations, and we wore out a couple of the kids' favorite CDs, and we didn't do anything too terribly exciting, and we logged 1200 miles, and we slept in five different beds over the course of a week, and it was perfect! We got to spend time with some of my very favorite people. We were admittedly a little hesitant during the planning stages, unsure how the children (or the grown ups) would handle the constant scenery changes and the hours in the car, but they impressed me once again and were troopers. They loved setting up their beds in each new place, picking out the perfect spot and setting things out just so. Perhaps my favorite part of the week (if I might be so selfish) was that I never once had to answer the question, "Mom, do you have to be a doctor today?"
We celebrated birthdays with the Sells:
And loved cousins
And were doted on by Aunties
And made forts in the car so we could nap better
And most of all, we giggled and sang and danced and loved and made funny faces like this:
While I'm not completely thrilled about returning to work tomorrow (I can do it. . .it's a short week!) I do feel refreshed and rejuvenated. I did take the time to do some reading while we were away, and one of the books was written by a Bostonian surgeon whom I respect a great deal. He talks about the world of medicine and his advice to residents about to enter practice. He stresses the importance of writing, encourages all of us to do more of it and less complaining. I will renew my vow to try to blog and post more (although I'm not sure I can simulataneously write more and complain less. . ha! I'll do my best)
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