I thought I had beat the rush hour traffic last Friday on my way to my parents house (a.k.a. grandma and grandpa's house). I was 90 minutes in to my 2 hour drive with my two babes asleep in their car seats. As I merged onto 66, we came to a sudden stop. I look around me and I see car after car, bumper to bumper covering five lanes of roadway for as far as I could see. It was a perfect sunny and warm afternoon. There was an executive in a convertible next to me puffing on his cigar. He wasn't in traffic at all, he was chilling out maxin' relaxin' all cool on some island somewhere...if only in his mind. But he definitely wasn't letting it stress him. I wasn't stressed yet either. And then....Luke woke up. He'd only slept for about 30 minutes and was not thrilled about this. Then Zealand woke up. They both were just checking out the situation, at first. But after about 5 minutes of nothing, they were over it...as was I. But I couldn't cry, I wanted to and I told them that. I called grandma and told her about our situation and I mentioned trying to merge over and get off the next exit because I knew Zealand would be hungry soon. I was trying to imagine myself nursing Zealand while my toddler sat strapped in his car seat patiently waiting for Z's belly to be full. Yeah.......... and then, the cars started clearing, we had passed the accident on the side of the road and were free. All of a sudden, it seemed like we were alone on the road. Going 60 with the windows down, the warm breeze calmed my boys. I cheered "go, go, go"...as Luke copied "go, go" and we made it to grandma's just in time to feed Z before he really knew how hungry he was.
It was my dad's birthday weekend. Luke loved every minute of it...watching huge airplanes flying overhead (Dulles Airport isn't too far from their house, so they get the huge airliners compared to Easton's teeny propeller planes), snuggling with grandma, leading papa to the backyard by grabbing papa's finger with his little hand, chasing Cooper (mom and dad's lab), meeting Ruby (my mom's very timid yet lovable cat), and playing ping pong...or shall we say standing on the ping pong table as dad, Stephen and I played around him. Both boys even did really well at dad's birthday dinner Saturday at a real live restaurant...Logan's Roadhouse, that is. I had a bottle on hand for Zealand, which he never really needed and Uncle Stephen kept Luke entertained with airplanes, straws, and even a walk to the fire pit, or stove, whatever it was that the fire was flying out of. I must add too that the boys slept fabulously both nights. On Sunday, we met Sue and her family for lunch which was not quite like our old days at Carrabba's where we would sip on red wine and Carrabaritas. Instead it was a whirlwind of which kid needed what when. Still fun catching up though!
The grand finale of the weekend was driving across the bridge and meeting daddy at the Boat Show on the bay. We had missed him so much over the weekend, it was really a fun surprise for Luke to wake up from his nap and see his daddy standing in front of him. We took a little walk around the show gazing at dreamy boats that maybe one day we can afford. All in all, it was a really fun weekend and I am so proud of my boys!