We did make it to Utah, and we mostly have our sanity intact. The girls were champions on the flights, and Sophie only made me carry her 3/4 of the way through O’Hare. But the time–change on my Young Ones is a killer, even though we’re only 2 hours behind the East coast, so patience is running thin on both sides.
The last two days have been filled with a Scottish festival, visits to parks, cleaning out my mom’s studio (yay!) and of course delicious food. Having three girls as the children in the house has been…interesting (how did my parents manage 5?). But sometimes, they get along, and that is pretty wonderful.