This week, we’re off to the east coast, the land of my ancestors. I haven’t been back since 2007.
This time, I’m bringing a husband and two babies to meet my grandparents, who are in their 90s. My grandfather is 95. They are also meeting aunts, uncles and lots of cousins. They all have curious accents.
This will be the first time the guys have been on a plane. We have no idea how that’s going to go. Two ten month olds on a plane for six hours. Luckily, my parents are also coming on this trip. And they will be on the same plane. So if the boys start screaming, we are just going to hurl them and Gramma and Grampa and pretend we don’t know them.