but I didn't want to ruin the surprise.
Unbeknownst to our children, George and I planned a trip to Southern California. For months we sneaked around the internet, making reservations, printing out maps, plotting our vacation in secret. About two weeks before our trip, we told the kids we were going to our friend's cabin in Truckee, but really, "Truckee" became our secret code so we could discuss our trip around the kids.
"How's the weather supposed to be in Truckee?"
"How long will it take us to get to Truckee?"
"What should we pack for Truckee?"
The kids were quite excited to go to "Truckee", but when we got on the freeway heading west rather than east, Avery knew something was up. "Why are we going this way?", she asked.
George and I were smiling ear to ear as we passed a manila envelope to the kids, the envelope in which we'd been storing our reservations, tickets and maps. They were ecstatic.
We went to Disneyland last Monday, which happened to be Aidan's 7th birthday.
See? We're all holding up seven fingers. 7 is so big.
After Disneyland, we drove down the coast, visited several breweries, played at the beach, and went to Legoland. We had a great time, but we're glad to be home, and I'm glad to be back in this space. There's no place like our foothill home.