Traversing to Traverse City

Greg had some business meetings in Traverse City last week. Instead of staying home with the kids, poking my eyes out with sharp sticks each day he was gone, I elected to go with him. The kids thus came along too. My mom and her husband were invited to join us as additional kid-wranglers; we tried to disguise the journey as a "vacation" but they were not fooled (they came with us anyway).

It wasn't a particularly horrible getaway but it wasn't all fun and games, either (at least, not for the grown-ups). Jamie took it upon himself to explore every last crevice in our rented condo, which, of course, was not child-proofed in the slightest. Caity decided to hop, skip and jump at every opportunity - I really hoped that there were no guests in the unit below ours. Not ones to waste the day away, both of them were up bright and early each morning, in spite of my attempts to telepathically send them back to sleep and the fact that the clock read 6:25.

From the kids' perspective, the best parts of the trip were probably the sandy beach and the outdoor, non-heated pool; I think the adults were most pleased by the winery we visited...