I'm excited

After much debate (and I'm not exaggerating here, we've gone back and forth on this for weeks) we've decided we just can't do a camping trip this year. Amelia is just too much work to have a relaxing camping experience. It would go something like this. Arrive. Set up camp. Amelia eats dirt. Amelia eats rocks. Amelia falls over and cracks open head. Fiona gets angry that tent is not set up yet so she can play house. Set tent up. Amelia crawls through tent and attempts to eat sleeping bag. Light campfire. Amelia falls into fire in an attempt to eat fire. Fiona angry that we can't roast marshmallows since we have to rush Amelia to the emergency room. Camping trip a failure.

So we've gone the opposite route and we're going to stay in a nice hotel. It has a separate bedroom so various children can be put to sleep without us having to all turn off the lights and a kitchen so we can eat some meals without having to deal with Amelia throwing food at other diners. We're going here. Some of you better-cultured readers may recognize this location because it played a prominent role in one of the best movies of my generation, The Goonies. Yes, this is where young Mikey lined up the rocks on the medallion to discover the location of the start of One-Eyed Willy's tunnel.

I can't wait to holler at Andre, "Andy! You Goonie!" He will be confused about why I'm calling him Andy, but it must be done and done right.