The calendar says summer is approaching, and that means it’s once again time to take the kids to Saskatoon to see the Kingwell relatives. Last year’s trip went pretty well overall, if you ignore the fact that it took five days for Justin to settle into a decent sleeping routine. He’s older and wiser now, and I’m not too worried about how he’ll do. His brother, however, is another story. On last year’s trip, Brayden was an immobile newborn who was content to spend most of his time eating and sleeping. Now, however, he’s a full-fledged toddler who runs around everywhere and hates to sit still for more than 0.002 seconds, so God only knows how we’re going to keep him happy on the plane (never mind the problem of how we’ll get him to sleep in a new place and a strange bed). I shudder just thinking about it.

I do have something to look forward to, though: an actual vacation! Chris and I are going to San Diego for the Thanksgiving weekend. We haven’t been away together since before Brayden was born, so I am very very very excited about this. Three whole nights without the kids should be a good way to recharge the ol’ batteries (which are especially low today since Justin skipped his nap and Brayden woke up early from his). Can’t wait!