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Three Kids and a…Bowl of Spilled Soup (Or How Family Travel Makes Me a Better Momma)

Many minutes after her final tuck in, my biggest little sat up and started spewing questions at me about our upcoming overnight flight. Through my grumpy, impatient protests, she was relentless in her need for answers. How long she would be on the plane before she had to sleep? What pillow would she use? Who would she sit with? What would she wear? Would it be a full nights sleep? Will we be fed breakfast? Dinner? A snack? How many movies should she have with her? Lovies? Where would they go? I could see her imagining herself there, snuggled into…

Three Kids and a…High Mountain (My Husband’s Travel Tale of Fear)

And then, one mountain drive, this joke turned and took on a life of its own, a darker life. A life I, nor my husband, felt comfortable with…

This Isn’t a List of the Top Things to Do in OBX

In the world of the Outer Banks (OBX), along the coast of North Carolina, I consider myself a newbie. My family and I have only been at it two glorious years. But I think it’ll be the first two years of many. Layout OBX is a small sliver of land, rarely more than a mile wide. The 130 mile stretch of barrier islands sprawls from the Virginia coast and continues south through four counties. The small towns and fishing villages spotting the islands stretch from Bodie Island in the north (which is now a Peninsula due to beach…

Three Kids and a…High Tide

This was supposed to start as a cliched story of a fabulous vacation photo with two of my little people. In fact I had spent countless hours in the shower working out the story in my head (or minutes really, just minutes, because I’m a mom and they’re always lurking, even when I’m in the shower while on vacation). And then it happened; high tide happened. And the story seemed like it was gone for good…

Three Kids and a…Dash of Karma

So, my gut instinct when told that I was “brave” for going on a trip with my children, was to feel defensive. What I wanted to say was that it wasn’t brave. There was nothing brave about it. My children, whether at home or traveling, don’t need a parent to be “brave” to be with them. They’re good kids. Great kids. The best. My mother bear wanted to come out. Claws. Fangs…

Three Kids and a…Mother’s Day Hike: an Ode to My Father

There is no reason a grown man should wake up at 2 am infectiously giddy. He has no right to be singing about going to “Wally World” and moving swiftly, floating even, turning on lights, rousing children. He shouldn’t have the ability to make a house pulse with life when just a week earlier it had been flatlining with the comings and goings of the everyday. And when that man then has to take his once sleep-weary children, put them in the car, and proceed to drive 1500 miles, there are even fewer reasons said…

Three Kids and A Hernia…or How We Finally Got Family Travel Right

By four that day, we felt done, and my biggest little asked if we could leave the park. She never asks to leave the park. But she did. And my body was all too willing to comply. And that’s how we started to figure out how to get it right…

Three Kids and a Reason

It defied every expectation and reminded me that one bad flight, one bad day, one bad experience cannot be the defining moment of traveling with little people…

Three Kids and a Hurricane

I was not angry. I was protective. I explained my situation–my little people, my loves. I did not leave room for thought. I explained what I needed. I explained what I expected. And that is what I received…

Three Kids and a Change in Plans

We saw nothing. It was like we were behind the veil of a fogged-over stroller cover…