Nice hotels are still too good for me

If we weren't classy enough for the Boston Marriott, we certainly aren't classy enough for the Doha Moevenpick. And yet, here we are, thanks to Jeremy presenting at a conference (the reason for every nice hotel we've ever stayed in, now that I think about it).

I'm not sure we're fooling anybody, though. We don't dress well enough to fit in with the other people milling around the lobby, for one thing. For another, we brought with us some milk and cereal and other food so we don't have to eat out three times a day. I'm sure that was a dead giveaway that we are not fancy folk.



And then there was the small matter of me washing our laundry in the bathtub today...

Just about the only thing classy about our entire family when we checked in were the girls' Trunki suitcases.

We finally bought the girls their own suitcases last week - partially in preparation for this trip - and we bought the Trunki specifically because the girls can pull them by themselves. Even Magdalena! Finally, they are literally pulling their own weight.

They can also sit on the suitcase and scoot it along, or sit on it and be pulled by Jeremy or me. The ghetto way of doing that last bit was as you see here.

I think if we had rolled into the Moevenpick lobby like that, they would have kicked us RIGHT OUT.