I recently took Little Boy and Baby Boy to see my mom "Mom-mom" in Chicago. Usually I take all four boys (this annual trip was created when hubby was in the military, and gone for a couple weeks each summer). This year I only took the youngest two because the older two had stuff going on here...and being self-employed, hubby doesn't get much vacation time (which stinks, but that can wait for another post).
I adore Chicago...love it, love it, love it. The kiddos also love to go there, but wow, is it a culture shock for them...in many ways.
For example, you can imagine the time it takes for little boys to learn to not stomp on the floor. We live in a house where the only things living below us are the fire ants that owned this property 20 years ago. When we go to Chicago, the kids have to learn not to jump down from 4 stairs up the staircase, or RUN to the bathroom at the last minute after drinking 83.5 ounces of juice. I feel badly for the family below us, if you are reading this: "Sorry, family in the first floor of Mom-mom's two flat, they drank alot of juice."
I'll be posting some pictures from the trip in the next couple of days...including the pictures from the dinner we had that my brother (the chef) made. Put down that ice cream scoop tonight because just looking at those pictures is going to put a couple of pounds on you...you've been warned.