I Do Dis

IMG_2134Come back in time with me for a moment won’t you??

All the way back to November 2012…eeeeeek.  Ages ago.

Just before we left Chicago to head to Kansas City for a week, G saw an ice skating rink.

“I do dis,” he said.

“No sweetie, when you’re older,” I replied.

“I do dis.”

“Sweetie, let’s wait for Papa before we go ice skating ok?”

“No, I do dis.”

“Love, I don’t think you really understand how slippery it is and how thin the blades are on the shoes you have to wear.”

“I do dis.  I go.  I go.  I do dis.”


“Yes.  I go.”

He was so determined, I had to peek into the skate rental stand just to see if they even had skates his size.

They did.

So…we did dis.


Then we went to Kansas City and fell in love with a few things below:

#1-The Hotel Phillips


The hotel we stayed in was built in the 1930s, so it was grand and plush with that old world feel Michael and I go crazy for.

#2-Lego Land.


The guys had a blast.  They had rides and a room full of nothing but those Duplo blocks that are sturdier for littler kids.  They were gone all day.



A Brasserie!!!  And not just a Brasserie, but a Brasserie that rivals some in Paris.  While the guys headed to Lego Land, I headed to Aixois and my waitress told me one of their secrets…they have some of the best beef on the planet.  SOOOO…lunch was maybe the best steak sandwich I’ve ever had, roasted tomato soup and a glass of Cotes du Rhone.

Perfect for some much needed ‘me’ time.

(FULL DISCLOSURE: Before I had G and became a full time Mom, I used to silently judge Mothers who didn’t work and constantly spoke to me dreamily about ME time.  ‘ME time?  BAH!’  I would chortle to myself, ‘I don’t have any ME time!’  Oh, yes I did.  I did.  I had so much, so much me time and I didn’t even know it.  Please feel free to silently tell me, ‘I told you so.’)

#4-The Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art

Monet—van Gogh—etc. etc.  What’s not to like?


Next stop was DC.

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