Brief moments of awesomeness

I think what you get in parenting are brief moments of wonderful interspersed between much more frequent times when it is just plain hard. You live for the great times when everyone is happy and unicorns fly by and spit rainbows and glitter rains down from heaven. Maybe some families have all happiness all the time, but I have my doubts. Every single time we take a trip with our kids we tell ourselves 'never again' and wonder why we go to the trouble, but then you remember the fun and sign up for some more of the 70/30 (80/20??) torture v. Magic. Today's thanksgiving getaway to Philly fit the mold perfectly. We drove down yesterday afternoon and it took twice as long in traffic as it normally would. This was expected, what was not expected was carter crying for a good five of those hours. Cory says we had more than five minutes of quiet at one time before she finally fell asleep at 8:00 pm but I dispute this. At one point I forced Cory to stop at a grocery store somewhere in Delaware where I bought them out of snacks and teethers (i'm pretty sure she's getting a second molar...or seven...)and then went to a second store because the first one didn't have Advil. Holy hell. it was terrible. And then miraculously she took a nice nap and we arrived at our fantastic downtown hotel with the most amazing view ever. Harrison was so excited just soaking in the city and the lights and the Christmas decorations.
It was awesome. For about half an hour. Until we had screaming fits and twenty time outs in the bathroom because Harrison wouldn't sit quietly so we could say prayers and go to bed. And after that carter screamed bloody murder for about an hour before finally going to sleep (I'm sure
our fellow hotel goers just loved us.) I told myself today would be better. We set out this morning for a short walk to the thanksgiving parade and carter cried and cried (I wrapped her up in several jackets but had left her mittens and I think her hands were cold. Or she just hates me. Whatever. And we couldn't find food. And Cory and I started yelling at each other (bad form parents!). Once the parade started Harrison immediately complained that it was too loud and he wanted to go back to the hotel. And then some lady fell on him and he dropped his breakfast. The world is ending!!! and More crying and snot from carter. No matter what. At this point I'm wondering why I've opted to ever leave the house since procreating. Seriously. Just stay home where your kids can be warm and fed and have naps in their regular beds. This was supposed to be fun AND IT IS NOT fun!!! Eventually i got myself together and daddy came to poor Carter's rescue. And the parade was very cool. And then smooth sailing. We saw the liberty bell and carter miraculously slept in her stroller!!! (Yes!!!) the weather turned warmer, we went to independence hall, and played in the grass, and then had a delicious thanksgiving dinner at a cute restaurant. Totally what I was going for. And now were driving home listening to Christmas music and both of my angels are sleeping :) Bliss. Totally ready for the eight hour drive to Ohio next week, right??? Every day my kids push me to my breaking point and then I feel overwhelmed with gratitude for their sweet spirits after they are peacefully in bed sleeping. On thanksgiving I'm grateful for the battles that stretch me further than i can go and force me to see my faults and strive to do better while allowing me to appreciate every smile and giggle and silly knock knock joke so much more. Happy thanksgiving! Here's some pictures!