Happily, the trip up to Moorhead was nowhere near the low bar set on some previous trips. It wasn’t pleasant, exactly, but – even while continuing their streak of not napping on car trips – the girls did better this time than they’ve ever done before. We went 55 minutes before someone (Vivi, this time) asked if we were at Nonna and Bopppa’s house yet, and it was really only in the last hour (after three stops) that the girls started improvising on the theme of “I want to get out of the car!”
All in all, I give the trip up north a B-, in other words: a solid pass, but lots of improvement is siill possible. Now that we’re here, though, we can get down to the business of some vacation-esque activities like playgrounds and parks and of course celebrating Genevieve’s third birthday on Saturday!
Those trips are just really good tests of parental endurance. We all deserve medals.
So true, Margaret. It wasn’t the worst ever, but I have to correct: Genevieve asked if we were almot there at ST. OLAF. (Non-locals: this is about 3 miles from our house. 293 to go!) 😉