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Marco Island Getaway

October 16, 2018 By Kelle

Sitting in the kitchen last week after a particularly long day that involved yellow slime on my office rug and an animated argument over who got to sit behind me in the back seat, it dawned on me that we had an upcoming day off school and that we might possibly be able to run away from the madness for a weekend. Normally when discussing these spontaneous ideas with Brett, one of us is impulsive while the other practically thinks it through; so I was pleasantly surprised when I threw out the idea and he snapped back immediately, “I’m in, do it. Let’s go.” Of all the Bretts he is, Spontaneous Brett is still one of my favorites. Like that time he was pushing our rickety little travel stroller downtown Chicago one summer when he suddenly had the urge to throw it in the trash and buy a new one right that second from a fancy stroller store. There was something strangely attractive about his out-of-character move to ditch comparing prices and safety features for the immediate satisfaction of pushing something better than a tin can on wheels through the busy streets of Chicago. So who I was to play practical last week when he jumped at my suggestion to book a weekend on Marco Island, just 45 minutes away.

Turns out the best remedy for fall cravings and missing the north is to dig a little deeper into the treasures of our own environment. This was our pumpkin patch this weekend, and it was perfect.

We stayed at the JW Marriott, and after staying at several hotels now in our area, I can say this is by far the best place for families. We stayed there a few years back for a quick end-of-summer getaway, and I loved it then; but it’s even better now, completely remodeled with a gorgeous new building added including new restaurants, event spaces and the most amazing arcade (it was HUGE!) that the kids loved.

Within the arcade was a bar, several bowling lanes and glow-in-the-dark miniature golf. Our kids were beyond impressed.

We had plans to adventure on the island, but we ended up never leaving the resort because it offered everything we needed.

Lainey brought her mermaid tail and effortlessly swam around the pool with it, much to the delight of little girls who watched her.

One of my favorite things about getting away as a family is our morning ritual. Brett likes to sleep in (Lainey and Dash usually join him), and I–along with my sunrise loving sidekick–like to get out and explore. Nella and I quietly slip out of the hotel room to walk the beach and collect washed up treasures–speckled scallops, lightening whelks and smooth olive shells.

We feed the seagulls bits of bagel, make sand castles with our shells and head back to the hotel to collect the other two when Brett texts that they’re up.

Round Two of morning beach adventures includes donuts.

Lainey’s friend came up to join us for part of the weekend, and the balcony slime session commenced shortly after.

The hotel offered so many family-friendly perks that made our stay more convenient and enjoyable including an on-site Menchies for frozen yogurt…

…multiple pools (and water slide) and several beach-front dining options which made meals so easy because the kids played on the beach while we sat and talked.

The best part was that when the weekend was over, we hopped back in the car, drove 45 minutes home and had bags unpacked and our little Florida fall scene going by the end of Sunday evening.

If you’re planning a getaway to our little corner of the state (might I suggest February after your windshield scraper breaks while you’re chipping the ice off at 4 a.m.), I highly recommend JW Marriott for families!

“Baby Shark”

Now to get moving on Halloween! We are so behind on costume planning!

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Washington D.C. in Three Days

September 20, 2018 By Kelle

It isn’t the most ideal situation to wake up and begin the morning hustle after three days away, but we did it. We slid back into our sobering routine of slipping lunch boxes into backpacks and herding kids with half-brushed hair out the door to make it to school on time this morning when the girls and I, just last night, were running through Laguardia to catch our second flight which Lainey spent completing the last bit of homework due today (with a $12 pack of pencils I had to buy from an airport bookstore, mind you, because no one we asked had one). It isn’t ideal to jolt back to reality this quickly and comes with a few costs, but the tradeoff is priceless.

We are still on a D.C. high after a 3-day girls trip there, inspired by Lainey’s decision to study Eunice Shriver for her research project last year, that ended yesterday morning standing in the sacred space of Eunice’s office at Special Olympics Headquarters. We came for Eunice but made a 3-day trip out of it because popping in and out of D.C. is nearly impossible, and our school calendar granted us a day off this week that made the decision to extend our trip a little easier. As much as we missed Dash, given the reason of the trip, we thought it would be extra special if the girls had some sister bonding, and it turned out to be so incredibly memorable.

We experienced the perfect 3-day D.C. sampler plate, assisted by so many incredible D.C. recommendations from your Instagram suggestions as well as my little cousin who lives there and knows lots of D.C. secrets. So I’m going to take you on a little whirlwind D.C. stay, tell you what we loved and share some photos of this colorful city that brought us so much joy this week.

We stayed on Embassy Row in Dupont Circle and loved the area for its walkability to so many great shops and restaurants as well as quick Uber rides to attractions outside the circle. As soon as we arrived, we took an Uber to the National Portrait Gallery where we stayed a little over an hour which, sure, wasn’t nearly enough time to get our fill, but it was appropriate for our “sampler platter” approach and about how long it kept both girls fully engaged and loving what they were seeing. I loved how approachable the gallery was–we went in all hush-hush, quietly respecting the art and refraining from taking photos, and a security guard actually stopped us and said, “You know you don’t have to keep them quiet, right? Have fun! Talk! Take pictures! It’s meant to be fully enjoyed.”

I’ve read so many mixed reviews on the Obama portrait, but let me tell you…it was stunning in person. Absolutely beautiful.

Of course our favorite was the Eunice Shriver portrait. My girls stood in front of it for quite some time, pointing and talking about the people, and I loved being able to show Nella the two individuals who had Down syndrome. The additional subjects in the painting help exude exactly what Eunice was–love and compassion.

The girls loved the courtyard of the Portrait Gallery, and Nella’s rain boots proved to be a great choice of footwear with the floor fountains (and later with all the rain that night, we were soaked!).

We met up with some of our Baltimore friends for dinner in Dupont the first evening after a little research on the best kid-friendly restaurants, and Firefly delivered–amazing food and a big tree right in the middle of the restaurant. Plus, the waiter brings the kids cookie dough and sprinkles at the beginning of the meal for them to decorate and serves the fresh-baked cookies at the end.

We kicked off Tuesday morning with breakfast at Ted’s Bulletin on 14th Street, and the girls loved it so much, they asked to come back for lunch (we did).

The smiley pancakes sold them, and the homemade poptart delivered us all from evil and saved our souls, amen.

Breakfast was definitely one of my favorite memories of the trip. It was raining outside, so we took our time and from the best seats in the house–the front window bar–we told stories and played games (I happened to pack the world’s best trip entertainment backpack this time, thank you very much) and watched people walk their dogs and struggle with their umbrellas in front of us. Ted’s also plays the best music, and at one point Frankie Valli was crooning Can’t Take My Eyes Off You, rain was painting the windows, the girls were in a fit of laughter over Nella almost falling off the stool, and I was sipping coffee basically visualizing Joy at the emotion control board in my head, collecting this baby as a core memory.

We explored the surrounding neighborhood a bit (Swann Street is so charming!) and imagined what the apartments looked like inside.

We asked a man to take our picture in exchange for some coffee and a hot breakfast sandwich, and he was happy for the job and delivered a photo I’ll always remember.

It was on to the National Museum of Natural History after breakfast–both girls loved it, although Nella was a little hesitant of the elephant at first, asking “Is it real?” three times before finally trusting us and walking toward it.

…followed by an hour at The National Air and Space Museum…

…and later on to the Lincoln Memorial, arriving just as a storm was brewing, creating this gorgeous dramatic sky.

Nella was a little mixed up with presidents but recognized the portraits and statues at least as some president, so we had a little chuckle over whose name she hollered when she saw them–“Hey, George Washington! Look, Trump! It’s George Bush!” (she memorized all the presidents’ names in a kindergarten song so has a nice repertoire to draw from). How much do you love the red shirt brothers who photobombed us?

We spent Tuesday afternoon exploring neighborhoods, stopping in cafes for treats and bookstores to chill. In Chicago a couple years ago, we started the tradition of completing a 100-piece mini puzzle at some random attraction, so we’ve continued the tradition and now bring puzzles on trips. This week, it was a window table at Busboys and Poets. Spot It was another huge hit on this trip. We played it on the plane and pulled it out at every restaurant. I must have sold 6 games in DC because everyone we taught to play is now addicted.

The neighborhood walks were spectacular–so much to take in, so many colors to delight.

Lainey loved unique D.C. attractions with rich history–like Forever 21 and Zara and 2-story Trader Joe’s.

My cousin took us to Franklin Hall right when they opened (we were the only ones there), and it was the absolute perfect place to let the kids rest for a while–long tables with oversized Uno cards and Connect 4 for giants.

And then sunset along the river at this feels-like-a-secret-location brewpub called Bardo which is basically a giant outside lot covered with shipping containers, art, church pews, colorful booths and games. I kept telling my cousin, “I don’t know how this place is legal, but I love it.” Again, we came before the bar crowd, so it was just us, and the girls were so happy running around and playing corn hole with a giant outdoor playground to themselves (and they had a giant sandbox!).

Right next to Bardo is the Riverfront All Purpose, another great place for kids, especially if you eat outside. The Buona pizza was insane–with the Calabrian chili honey drizzled over it, oh my God.

My cousin Tessa stayed at our hotel with us Tuesday night, and we made girls night memories that I dreamed of when they were little. We ordered Shirley Temples for the girls at the hotel bar, took them to our room, set up twinkle lights, played music and dug into the spa goodies we packed for this very occasion–face masks, nail polish and a bath bomb DIY set.

Wednesday morning was Founding Farmers for breakfast (so many recommendations for this, and it did not disappoint!) followed by the real reason we came and such a meaningful part of our trip–the sacred ground of The Special Olympics Headquarters where we had the honor of standing in Eunice Shriver’s office, left just as it was when she died nine years ago right down to the stack of handwritten notes that sit on her desk. Eunice’s son Tim Shriver, who continues the work she began, gave us an office tour and told us stories behind the many photographs that fill the room–he knows every one, every award, every knick-knack and where it’s from.

The one that took my breath away was a framed handwritten letter behind Eunice’s desk. It was a letter a child wrote to her parents, sent to Eunice by the child’s teacher to remind her who she fights for. I couldn’t hold back the tears reading it…”Dear Mom and Dad, please help me. I don’t want to be retarded.” It went on, pleading for help to be smarter because she didn’t know why school was so hard for her and felt so ashamed being called names.” Tim said his mother rarely cried, but that letter did it for her.

For Lainey, this opportunity was incredibly special because Eunice was an advocating sister, like her. This trip came about because of a project Lainey worked so hard on, and I wanted her to feel how special the sibling’s role is on this journey. “You made this happen,” I told her.

The rest of Wednesday we spent exploring neighborhoods. Lainey took photos of Nella on city streets, and we added two more bookstores to our trip.

With only an hour left to explore before we had to grab our flight, we accidentally stumbled onto the Mansion on O Street, and I’m so glad we did.

We were sitting on the step discussing our options for filling the last hour when I saw the sign that said “The Mansion” and realized it was the O Street Mansion I had read about. We pushed the doorbell and, no joke, a man’s voice said, “The Mansion, how can I help you?” (Lainey: “Mom, this is so cool.”) I asked if we could come in and look around and told the man we only had an hour, so he gave us an incredible deal on a quick pass (he was so nice!), and we were in. The O Street Mansion is a collection of connected brownstones originally designed in 1892. There are 100 rooms, secret passageways that connect rooms and 70 secret doors in the house (Lainey found 5 of them). Rosa Parks lived there for 10 years, and many musicians, authors, artists and ambassadors have stayed there (it’s also a hotel, known for its privacy).

Every room is decorated in eccentric themes, the architecture is fascinating, and walking through it felt like a maze in a storybook. The girls were mesmerized, and neither of them wanted to leave. They were giggling and gasping at every new room they walked in and wanted to play hide-and-seek, but I was terrified I’d lose them within seconds.

Lainey said multiple times last night, “I just want to go back to D.C. and explore the mansion with my friends.

We weren’t going to include the O Street Mansion on our attraction list, but I’m so glad we accidentally landed there because it was so crazy and quirky and mysterious and right up Lainey’s alley (“Can you imagine the ghosts in here at night?” she asked).

We left the mansion with five minutes to get to our hotel, grab our bags and head to the airport. So there you have it–the D.C. sampler plate, we did it! The girls were absolute troopers, the best little travel companions…grateful for the memories.

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Bliss Tour: Northern Michigan Tiny Cottage and Gardens

August 1, 2018 By Kelle

Every summer, we return to Bliss, my dad’s cottage in Lewiston, Michigan–a tiny town in the northeastern corner of Michigan’s lower peninsula, home to 1,392 full-time residents (not counting the summer lake cottage “trunk slammers”) and a handful of picturesque lakes (nearly a third of Lewiston’s geography is water).

My dad and Gary live in Lewiston for half the year (Florida during the rest) and have expanded a 670 square foot cottage there to include a 192 square foot bunk house (where we usually stay) and half an acre of outdoor living space, the “garden living room” where we spend most of our time during the day.

The outdoor space includes a chicken coop, a butterfly house, a fish pond, a bonfire area, a hot tub and numerous landscaped paths and gardens.

Gary’s family’s cabin is one door down from Bliss, and they graciously extend their space when it’s available which provides a few more beds when more family visits. Together, this little corner of Michigan holds so many memories for us and has become the setting in which my kids write their summer stories every year.

My photos and Instagram stories have prompted so many questions about the property and gardens, I thought it would be fun to do a full Bliss tour here on the blog with input from my dad and Gary on how they created this space and the inspiration behind it.

Gary is a horticulturist with years of experience in landscaping design and nurseries, so he plans most of the outside space while my dad is behind most of the inspiration inside (they redesigned the inside of the little cabin to fit two full bathrooms and a laundry space!).

It’s cozy and efficient and works really well, especially considering most everyone spends their time outside all day (but, Lord have mercy, how cozy it is watching movies in this sweet little space when it rains!).

The kitchen has just the right amount of counter space for a grandkid to sit during a chocolate milk making session.

And I love this little gift on their fireplace from a friend of theirs–two Dutch boys kissing.

The bunk house (Bit o’ Bliss) is actually an insulated shed, built onsite and constructed taller than the usual shed to make room for the upper loft. It’s so perfect and cozy, efficiently furnished so that our entire family made it our home without any problems (no bathroom, but just a few steps from my dad’s cabin if we needed one). An armoir and a cedar trunk at the end of the bed hold all of our clothes, a small refrigerator keeps drinks and snacks, and I love the wall wine rack which stores bottles and glasses for a cozy evening.

The ladder leads to the hideaway loft which is just big enough for two twin beds and a small night stand.

Now for the best part, the gardens. One of my favorite things about Bliss is that the outdoor space was created with others’ enjoyment in mind. There’s a sign in front of the welcome arch that says, “You are welcome to walk around our gardens. They were made for everyone’s enjoyment,” and it is not unusual for other lake residents to stop by for a morning walk through them, bringing food scraps for the chickens or baked goods for my dad and Gary.

I asked my dad and Gary some questions about their inspiration behind the design and some of our favorite things about Bliss.

What are all the plants that make up Bliss?

The plants are all shade-loving varieties of hosta, astilbe, ferns, coral bells, bleeding hearts, hydrangeas with bright begonias and impatiens planted to add color. Gary wanted varieties that echoed the natural woodland vibe going here. The hosta provide a variety of texture and hue with rippled, rubbed and smooth leaf, some large and broad and some, like the variety “Curly Fries,” long and slender.

What’s your advice to someone who has the land space and dreams of Bliss gardens but doesn’t know where to start?

Dad: Our gardens didn’t begin with a master plan. Every year we added more path which defined new garden beds. Gary always plants in threes and fives. Single plants end up looking like specimens and disrupt the cohesive flow of a vibrant garden.

Gary: Start with an irrigation system so you can spend time planting an maintaining and not watering.

What in Bliss was the biggest project?

Gary: The gravel pathways.

Dad: The Butterfly House was probably the biggest, but self energizing as it fueled, in its development, our desire to see it finished. Our goal was that it appeared melded into the gardens and not an obtuse structure sitting there. We think we achieved that.

How did you build the butterfly house and how do you get the butterflies there?

We chose the size we wanted. We did 8 feet x 24 feet, 8 feet tall. We buit the framework, stained it all black. Gary ordered an 8 ft. wide roll of screening–we calked sides and roof and added a screen door. I hauled a boat load of dirt to make the floor level, and we put bark mulch down. We planted things that support the butterfly life cycle. I added a water feature and a small pond nestled into plants and rocks to appear natural. Every fall, we remove the screen from the roof and replace it in the spring to avoid damage by snow weight.caterpillars to get it started. As far as the butterflies themselves, it’s really a self-contained cycle. We have a friend who starts us off by giving us caterpillars every summer. We give them milkweed and search for eggs every day. We bring the eggs inside and store them in a small netted butterfly cage to protect them from predators, and that’s where they form their chrysalis. Once the butterfly hatches, we release them in the big house outside where they have everything they need.

Speaking of winter, what do you have to do every year to get Bliss back to what it looks like now?

We pay to have all the leaves raked, blown and carried away, before the gardens awaken. We put pieces back that were stored away. We fertilize, and I plant more annuals for color. I put the Fairy Garden back in place, refill the fish pond and get new fish. Gary gets our chickens (we sell the chickens to an area farmer when we head to Florida). We power wash the deck and put the outside furniture back in place. We turn the bird bath bowls upright and fill them. We then sit back and watch the daily theatre of plants opening and growing right before our eyes.

What are your favorite things at Bliss?

I love the whimsy of the Fairy Garden and all the hardscape elements of benches and bird baths and statuary to find (there are 14 cement bunnies, 9 frogs and 5 angels, and the kids love making people search for them).

The fairy garden is my favorite too.

What was most important to you as you created Bliss?

Dad: I wanted it to connect–the cottages to the gardens, the gardens to the surroundings. I wanted to maintain the integrity of northern woods. Too many people buy property, then clear it to resemble their subdivision life downstate. We didn’t want that. 

Gary: Creating a garden that others as well as ourselves would enjoy.

(these wine bottle paths though!)

This though…this is the best corner of Bliss.

This is where all the stories are told and the marshmallows are roasted and the memories are made. Until next year!

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