To Sleep, Perchance to Dream

We owe a debt of gratitude to Eliza and Jessica (grandmother and aunty, respectively) for breezing in from points north and northwest to watch over Harry and Charlotte while Paul and I escaped to NY for two days of rest. It was our first ever trip away from the kids. We needed to recharge our batteries. And so for two days we walked, slept and watched movies on the silver screen. It was glorious, and overdue.

We're told they had a grand time with the kids, minus the round-the-clock feedings (see a groggy Jessica featured above with baby and bottle) -- trips to the American History museum to let Harry drool over the trains and the super-kid friendly Building Museum, feeding the seagulls on the Alexandria waterfront and lots of episodes of Thomas...indeed that was Harry's first word when we reappeared Sunday night. Not 'Mommy, mommy!'....no, he grabbed the remote, handed it to me and demanded "Thomas!"