Note to self: traveling with a sick toddler who is on steroids for croup, without a tag team partner, is a recipe for disaster.
Even though we travel well and often, this trip is not one for the win column.
Here are the highlights from our trip–not pictured: sleepless nights and a Grumpy Gus whose sole word was “NO”.
Honey’s 90th Birthday.
Riding THE TROLLEY in Old Town.
And yes, I went to the Women’s March.