I was an only child. Wherever my mom went, so did I. My grandparents took me camping often in their trailer, and my grandpa had a cabin in Woodside where I spent many, many weekends either with him and my grandma or with my cousin, Matt.
When it was just Dan, me and Katie, travel was relatively easy. Sure, we needed extra clothes, and diapers, and bottles, and a host of other baby supplies, but once we got used to having a third, travel wasn’t all that difficult. Even when Kelly came, it was manageable. Two parents, two kids. Easy, peasy.
We don’t travel a lot. We do a lot of day trips, but as our family grew, our money shrank, and vacations became a lot more complicated. One of the hardest things was the age range in the kids — the older kids could do much more than the younger kids. Longer hikes, longer drives, bigger rides. So our two big family trips in the last few years were Disneyland and Lake Tahoe. And while we all had fun, it was exhausting. Not much of a vacation!
However, I’m rethinking this after our very successful two days in Los Angeles.
