Well, we're just back from what was meant to be an idyllic retreat to a mountain cabin not too terribly far from where we live. The perfect, easy vacation. I'd like to say that it was all of that. I'd like to say that Oliver handled the change of surroundings and pace with flexibility and ease. I'd like to say that our stellar parenting shone to all those we came into contact with -- and especially those within earshot of our cabin. I'd like to say that a good time was had by all. And actually, all of that is true, in small doses and little moments scattered throughout the week. But the good, happy times were salted in between large meaty chunks of time when the complete opposite was true. So we did what any sane people would do: we called it quits. We came home a day early. We recognized that it wasn't working and called it a day. And that is A-OK. We'll try again next year. Or maybe the year after.
In the meantime, here are a couple of videos -- the first is pretty funny and the second showcases Oliver's new swimming talents. (My comment at the beginning of that video is because I didn't want Oliver climbing on the staircase because it was so slippery).