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Getting Ready to Time Travel

Almost two weeks ago we got back Andrew's 24 hr EKG results . . . they came back normal. It looks like he does not have Long QT Syndrome. As soon as we heard this, Pete and I looked at each other and said "We need a vacation." The stress of not knowing if Andrew had a serious heart condition had gotten to us and we needed just some good, family time away.

So, in just one day, we are headed to Williamsburg, VA. We have gone there every year for the past 3 years.

The house if filled with excitement . . . each day for the past 5 days, J has done the count down to Williamsburg as soon as he has woken up.

And, no, we have never been to Busch Gardens (the amusement park). Although, I have heard it is a lot of fun. We go to all of the historical attractions. Believe it or not, my kids love it! I think if we could go to Colonial Williamsburg every day we are there, and see the fife and drum band march the streets, my 5 year old would be perfectly content. So, this time, we will head to Colonial Williamsburg and go to Jamestown.

During this past week, as we prepared to leave, J and K have been marching around the house like little Colonials!! For them, this week will be the best history lesson. It will be like travelling back in time to how the Colonials lived and fought for their freedom.

I have some auto posts prepared . . . so check in during the week!


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