Paul left Sunday; we left Tuesday. Me and the kids flew (yes, alone) into Dulles. Despite having to remove everyone’s shoes (apparently Robeez are a security risk?) for scanning and having a stroller too big for the scanning machine, all went just fine. We flew United direct to Dulles: 2 1/2 hours. Kate was a squirming monkey who finally fell asleep about 20 minutes before landing. Will was bored but behaved. He fell asleep while the plane was taxing after landing — I had to ask someone to hold Kate while I picked him up to wake him to get out of the plane.
After coordinating carseat pick-up/drop-off with Matt and Laura (who helped us out tremendously by accepting a car seat in the mail and delivering it to Paul), Paul met us at the airport. We drove out to the Manassas/Gainesville area and spent a few hours with Paul and Jenn Reeder and their adorable son, Max, who (besides being an adorable little dude) has one of the best names in Children’s Literature. It was a real gift to be able to spend a short time with them. We felt especially lucky that our children were relatively behaved; we left without any major fires or injuries.
A trip to a local grocery (where we found that a gallon of organic milk is $7, significantly more than the $3.69 at our NOLA Whole Paycheck) and a run down the Parkway to Springfield and we were at our Townesuite home… 2 bedrooms and kitchenette… perfect.
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