Cooped up

We have a nice place to stay while in our transient mode. The Residence Inn has a nice 2 bedroom loft, kitchen, two bathrooms and 3 T.V.s. ( we don't even own that many!) It has been raining since we got here. I am going crazy. First, I'm not crazy about the loft. The bed is right up against the wall, with the wall extending about another 2 feet above the head of the bed. So, Spencer & I took that "room. The kids are in the real room with doors and all. Which is good for naps and such. And I try to barricade the stairs so that the children don't throw themselves from the loft to a certain maiming or death. *shudder*

I am watching Grant and Jacqueline chase each other around the coffee table, cycling between manic glee and cutthroat sibling rivalry.

"She took my book!"
"No I didn't!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"No!"
"Yes!"

They are all handling the jet lag pretty well. 6 hours isn't that big of a hump to get over. They slept well the first night, getting up about 4 am. The last two night the stirring began about 5am, with all up by 6 am. Good thing breakfast starts at 6:30am!! Grant and Jacqueline are having the hardest time, clashing at every turn. They are enjoying the minivan we have rented. Fighting over who gets to sit in back. What is it about the back? Is it just ingrained in their DNA that the "cool kids" sit in back? They take turns, knowing that if they argue or fight for a place, that they will be denied a turn in the coveted back row.

We have been hunting down our old favorite haunts in Northern VA. The Dulles Town Center hasn't changed much and Eliza & Mairyn actually remembered some things. The carousel and airport style play place. It was a sad day though when I had to deny Eliza access to playing there. The height ruler saying what the tallest height allowed inside hit her at the shoulder. There was a Claire's Boutique beside the play place and I let her browse and wander through the girly stuff. *gulp* I have a girl old enough to care about the earrings and hair things more than rough housing on the playground.

Anyway, we are plowing through and adjusting. We'll find a rhythm in a few days and then, it will be time to go somewhere else! Whoop-de-freakin'-do.