Postcard from Casa de Campo
"You said it would take a long time!" my husband, Jason, wailed when I got pregnant pretty much immediately after our wedding (and before any sort of bucket-list honeymoon could be had). Which is how I find myself at the shmancy Casa de Campo resort in the Dominican Republic for a Valentine’s Day getaway, and at a romantic dinner where one of the three of us doesn’t even look up from the cartoons playing on his tablet as he puts in his cocktail order.
“Milk!” “Milk please,” I say. “Milk peez,” says our almost-two-year-old Benjamin. If you can’t beat ’em — bring them with you. So what if we spent our chic couple’s getaway sleeping with a toddler lying on our heads? That’s love, baby.
A version of this article appeared in our February 2013 issue with the headline "Casa de Campo," p. 18.