Fairy Tales Can Come True...

It can happen to you...

When spend a fabulous weekend at a wedding in Lake Tahoe! 

Ok, so the verse needs work but the sentiment remains the same. The Mothers Goose wrapped up the month of August in grand style by traveling to our dear cousin Heather's wedding in Lake Tahoe, CA. And as you can see, our girls were lucky enough to be in_the_wedding... more excited flower girls have never before existed in the history of time, I promise you. Our journey there was a long one with airport layovers, shuttle delays and car rental waiting but the girls (and Nonne!) were rock stars the entire trip and upon arrival were all smiles... and with scenery like this, how could you not be? We were smart enough to arrive early in order to squeeze in some extra family time which we greatly enjoyed. Mountain top swimming, cocktails and hot tubs? YES PLEASE! 

On the day of the "big event" the girls loved getting all dolled up (Carmen kept asking, "are my curls still there?") and I have to say, they were off the charts on the "awwwwneesss scale" (what, that's not a scientific measurement? well it should be!). The wedding itself was beyond beautiful and the happy couple set the tone for the entire weekend... family, fun and foolishness. Or maybe it should read funny foolish family? Say what you will about my clan, but whenever the extended group gathers you are guaranteed laughs (belly), drinks (copious) and happy tears (buckets). How lucky are we?

And So the Story(land) Goes...

If the end of August landed the Mothers Goose in uncharted waters (more on that later), the beginning of the month found us in familiar territory. Far north up the Granite State lies a land that caters to the whims and fantasies of the 48" and under set. It is a land of ill-mannered kids loosely parented by obese adults in tank tops. Yes it is Storyland, where the Mothers Goose and our trusted travel companions the Troutmans go to feel good about their aging appearances and parenting skills. Seriously, in that environment we are all glamorous rock stars with Super Nanny-esque talents. I AM SO JUDGEY! Somehow I managed not to dislocate my arm casting aspersions and had fun anyway... see? All kidding aside, our children really do love spending the weekend with friends and running themselves ragged. Luckily, we make them do all the work... we just tag along to document the fun. Once the last drop of mirth was squeezed out of Storyland, we trucked on over the famed Kangamangas Highway (which our girls deemed at turns "sooo beautiful" and "booorrrring") to one of New England's most storied tourist traps: Clark's Trading Post. We saw trained bears do tricks, got vertigo in a crooked house and stood outside in the rain... and still, we had fun. Oh, speaking of bears... did I mention we saw a real life wild bear during our apres-Storyland cocktails from our porch? Yep, it's true. I'd ask Kelby to share his picture with you, but turns out you can't take a picture of a black bear in the dark.