Bruce the Shark, A Car-Sick Niece, and the West
And...we're back!
Our little family unit took a "short" trip to the West coast to see family before Rock turns 2 in June. Once Rock hits the 2 year old mile stone we get to start paying for his plane ticket...cha-ching! So, we decided it'd be good to stop in to see my 2 sisters, 1 brother, 1 brother-in-law, and 1 niece in Arizona and then hit the road to see the other ridiculous amount of family members in San Diego. The week long trip was packed to the brim and as it goes for this lady (aka me) I'm still unpacking as we speak.
We spent 3 days in Arizona before we packed up to head to San Diego. The miniature SUV (oxi-moron???) was packed with Rock and his cousin Ivy in their car seats, my sister Rilie in between them, Phil the driver, and me (there is nothing honorable I can think of to describe myself in this situation). About an hour into our drive little miss Ivy got car sick just about everywhere. Her favorite drink happens to be milk, so that was really fun too. Ivy liked me a lot before this incident. She wanted to hold my hand and sit in my lap, but as some of you may know I have an unhealthy aversion to vomit that takes the compassion right out of me. In short...I just kind of freak out. As the incident is taking place I'm yelling at Phil to pull over and as soon as he does I hop out of the car and basically hide, ducking down behind the back of the SUV. Our relationship changed after that. As good uncle Phil grabs Ivy out of the car seat and starts helping her change clothes, I am trying my hardest not to look at the damage. Poor Ivy. Next time we visit I'm going to have to win her back somehow.
As our west coast adventure continued...we took the little cousins to Sea World. The day was great...cloudy San Diego turned beautifully sunny after lunch. The weather and killer whale show were definitely the high lights for me. Ivy has always loved sharks so we thought it would be fun to take them to the shark aquarium. Some of you may know this, but the great white shark in the movie "Finding Nemo" is named Bruce. It turned out that both of the kids were a bit scared of the shark exhibit. We all went through a tunnel where the sharks were over and around us. It was somewhat terrifying for me, so I can only imagine what it was like for a couple of almost 2 year olds. Once we got home all Rock could talk about was Bruce. He went to bed talking about Bruce and woke up an hour later crying about Bruce. It took our little man about an hour to settle down and go back to bed because of Bruce. I keep telling Rock that Bruce is back in San Diego, but he doesn't believe me. So, if anyone hears Rock talk about Bruce, he's not a creepy uncle that roars, it's a shark.
We're glad to be home :)
Our little family unit took a "short" trip to the West coast to see family before Rock turns 2 in June. Once Rock hits the 2 year old mile stone we get to start paying for his plane ticket...cha-ching! So, we decided it'd be good to stop in to see my 2 sisters, 1 brother, 1 brother-in-law, and 1 niece in Arizona and then hit the road to see the other ridiculous amount of family members in San Diego. The week long trip was packed to the brim and as it goes for this lady (aka me) I'm still unpacking as we speak.
We spent 3 days in Arizona before we packed up to head to San Diego. The miniature SUV (oxi-moron???) was packed with Rock and his cousin Ivy in their car seats, my sister Rilie in between them, Phil the driver, and me (there is nothing honorable I can think of to describe myself in this situation). About an hour into our drive little miss Ivy got car sick just about everywhere. Her favorite drink happens to be milk, so that was really fun too. Ivy liked me a lot before this incident. She wanted to hold my hand and sit in my lap, but as some of you may know I have an unhealthy aversion to vomit that takes the compassion right out of me. In short...I just kind of freak out. As the incident is taking place I'm yelling at Phil to pull over and as soon as he does I hop out of the car and basically hide, ducking down behind the back of the SUV. Our relationship changed after that. As good uncle Phil grabs Ivy out of the car seat and starts helping her change clothes, I am trying my hardest not to look at the damage. Poor Ivy. Next time we visit I'm going to have to win her back somehow.
As our west coast adventure continued...we took the little cousins to Sea World. The day was great...cloudy San Diego turned beautifully sunny after lunch. The weather and killer whale show were definitely the high lights for me. Ivy has always loved sharks so we thought it would be fun to take them to the shark aquarium. Some of you may know this, but the great white shark in the movie "Finding Nemo" is named Bruce. It turned out that both of the kids were a bit scared of the shark exhibit. We all went through a tunnel where the sharks were over and around us. It was somewhat terrifying for me, so I can only imagine what it was like for a couple of almost 2 year olds. Once we got home all Rock could talk about was Bruce. He went to bed talking about Bruce and woke up an hour later crying about Bruce. It took our little man about an hour to settle down and go back to bed because of Bruce. I keep telling Rock that Bruce is back in San Diego, but he doesn't believe me. So, if anyone hears Rock talk about Bruce, he's not a creepy uncle that roars, it's a shark.
We're glad to be home :)
Great post.. we missed you Tuesday.. we can check in over the weekend ... i would love to hear more.. this was a great start! nita
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