It went remarkably well. The baby slept most of both ways in the car. Indeed, the 3-year-old may have screamed more than the baby did. Since Baltimore was digging out from Saturday’s massive snow storm, things weren’t too crowded. We ate at a restaurant that was mostly empty, so it was OK to bring the stroller, and there was no one to object when the 7-year-old turned his place mat into a paper airplane and launched it (it got some serious loft!). The kids had a good time with their cousins and, while I didn’t actually see many fish, as I was obsessed with making sure I knew where my kids were, I’m sure they were great. We made it back up to Pennsylvania by 5 p.m. Getting out of the house is nice. I’m still sick, and I think the baby may be too, and the temperatures are going back down to zero tonight, but at least that was a positive step.