We're home again after a beautiful weekend in Portland, Maine.
It's saying a lot that as soon as we arrived in town and started walking around Tim said he already wished we were staying longer. (I felt the same way!) It's a pretty little town, and the people are super friendly and down to earth. We felt right at home. (And we ate very well here and here. I highly recommend both places, if you ever find yourself in the area.)
We've done quite a bit of traveling with Michael since he was born, but somehow I'm still surprised at how challenging and fun it is to travel with a little one. It's high-risk-high-reward, for sure. While we were away this weekend Michael threw more than one tantrum, missed out on some naptimes, and tested the limits of our parenting skills while eating out in restaurants. (Is it too much to ask for five minutes of peace?!) On the other hand he also ate lobster and duck and radishes and pea soup, he made friends with people everywhere we went, and he learned to say "boat" and squawk like a seagull. None of those things would have happened this weekend if we had stayed in our comfy routine at home. And that makes the stress and extra work of traveling with this tiny little person worth it.
Happy Monday, friends! I hope your week is off to a fantastic start - xoxo