I'm back from my little getaway. I think I could get used to being a runaway mom.
My friend Maryellen's beach house is fab. Which is no surprise, since Maryellen is one of the more fab people in this world; if you have a chance, check out her cool new lifestyle blog, Chictionary.
The two of us had a wonderful couple of days talking, hanging at the beach, ogling various cute dogs and one precocious cat who trotted onto an elevator at a hotel, eating good food, drinking rosé (Maryellen is most likely laughing as she reads this 'cause I'm such a lightweight drinker). On Saturday Maryellen left, the kids and Dave showed up and I had weekend, part 2.
Happily for Max, Maryellen's lilacs were in bloom.
Max, of course, found a purple mailbox.
We spent an afternoon at the beach, and none of us minded the clouds. Max and Sabrina did the usual kids-at-the-beach thing—ran around, dug in the sand, looked for shells, dumped sand all over us, cried when we left. Sabrina, in one of her sweeter moments, wrote "Purple Max" in the sand.
I feel totally rejuvenated. I didn't realize how much I needed a break until I got one, and I am sure you guys know what I mean.
Now I'm thinking ahead to summer. We have a week's beach vacation planned for June. I'd also like to to find some new bike trails and do more hiking. Oh, and ice-cream. I'm thinking lots and lots of ice-cream. Max topped his own record this weekend. Dave has a friend who owns a Dunkin' Donuts/Baskin Robbins, and en route to meeting me at the beach they stopped by his store. Max not only got to help scoop his own ice-cream, he downed four cups of it. Dave did not capture the moment on film, so I am guessing Max will not be eligible for any sort of kid world record.
What sort of summer plans are you dreaming about?
