So, we finally drove away from our house in Toronto at 10:30pm on the evening of June 24th, and we crossed back over The Border just after midnight on the 25th. Oh. My. God. I didn't think we were ever going to get out of that house.
In the words of Blythe Grace at 7:30pm as we were taking another pee trip after driving around the neighborhood for the fourth time, "These are the Slowest Movers Ever!"
I shushed her immediately, although I don't know why. The only way they could have gotten any slower was to just leave...or drop dead there on the lawn. It was a long day.
We stayed at the Marriott in Buffalo, and hit the road again after a nutritious breakfast at Denny's. I seem to remember Kieran had chicken nuggets and juice, Blythe had hot dog and Cameron had pancakes and sausage. I tried to negotiate for more of a breakfast-type meal, but as anyone who has tried to negotiate with terrorists will tell you, you mustn't tell them "No." You must keep the lines of communication open, or else the consequences may be disastrous. That, and I just wasn't up to being That Mom in the Dennys in Buffalo that morning.
As we pulled out of the parking lot, Blythie saw this flag and started to tear up a bit.
"Seeing that flag makes me miss Canada, Mom."
I know, Honey. But we've got a lot to look forward to, I promise.
And little did I know how true my words were. There was so much more to look forward to with our move only half done. Lucky me, eh?