Brotherly Love

Think it will rub off?

We're getting on a train tomorrow morning for a 6-hour trip to Philadelphia, The City of Brotherly Love. Once we enter the city limits I hope my sons will look over at each other and declare permanent peace and harmony. And include their 2 1/2 year old sister in that mix.

Hey, its a vacation and I can dream.

So I've got the goodie bag already packed. Snacks for the bottom of the hour and a new book/activity for the top of the hour. And before you jump on me for being hyper organized, you try to travel with 6 1/2 year old twin boys and a toddler. One friend commented after spending some time with the boys that "they have enough energy to power a small village in Africa." And she had been to small villages in Africa so she knows something about the power necessary to keep things running.

The big reason for going all the way to Philly in February is to see the King Tut exhibit at the Franklin Institute. I saw the exhibit when it came to my city in the late 1970's. I was 9 years old and it was thrilling. I dreamed about ancient Egypt for years after and still hope to visit the pyramids one of these days (thanks to the various conflicts it will probably be one of these decades).

So while I would love to think that after seeing this exhibit my kids will be enthralled with mummies, hieroglyphics and pyramids, I'm really hoping we all can get through this trip with a few happy memories.

And knowing these kids, those memories will revolve around the hotel pool and when I let them have junk food.