When Ward visited us in Freiburg last month, he commented to my sister that I parent like a shark: keep them moving.
He’s right. I like to keep my crew on the go. This week we’re in Lincoln, Nebraska.
For the last few years, I’ve brought our kids to Lincoln each summer for swimming lessons. I had always planned on teaching them myself, but Thom responded much better with another instructor. Our Lincoln teacher is great. She’s tough and doesn’t baby anybody.
After Vinnie got her hair cut this morning, I took the girls to a great vintage clothing shop a few blocks away. Neither were brave enough to try anything on, but I think some seeds were planted.
Our flight took off an hour late. We left Paris around 9:30 p.m. and landed in Newark about 11 p.m. The border and customs went smoothly, and we were in Uber home a little after midnight. We pulled into our Princeton driveway at 1 a.m. It was pretty exciting.
Errol is staying in Europe for a couple more weeks. He’s going on a walking tour of Wales with Andrew. I wanted to have my time in Nebraska and decided it was worth taking the kids back to the US alone.
The kids were great. They’re so mad for tablet time that they hardly slept on the flight. I was hardly awake.