Beach Trip

So we had our first family of four beach trip week before last. The amount of stuff you have to pack when you have a baby and a 2 year old to leave home for a week is unreal. Good thing we sucumbed to the "2 child van pressure" and purchased a mini van a few months back. I always swore I would never own a mini van... but now that I have one, I don't recall how we functioned without one. The main thing that made us bite the bullet and get one, is that I am now keeping Avery five days a week. 3 car seats would not fit in either car, so I went ahead and bought the van to keep from being trapped within these four walls. With 3 kids under 3, there are just somtimes you need 2 ride 4 fries. Sanity baby, its all about getting a little sanity. French fries and a 9 inch video screen that drops from the ceiling will get you about twenty minutes of peace and quiet when you need it. Hubby says we definitely could not have fit all that beach garb into one of the other cars, so I guess the Toyota Sienna was a great purchase after all.

The beach was good. The kids had a good time together (we went with my brother, his wife, and his 2 kids - who are 5 and almost 3.) There were a few funny things that happened, on Thursday night about 1:30 in the morning, I hear "mommy, mommy" followed by a sound that could only be projectile vomiting. I opened my eyes to see the orange spray shooting across my face... I was on my feet before I knew where I was or what my name is... Cayden had gotten out of his bed and come to get me... apparently he wasn't feeling so well. You can't fault him for puking on me since he's only 2... he has no idea just how rude that is. Anyway, I used to do the same thing. I remember being like 10 and going to get Dana because I was sick, I puked a little trail from my bedroom all the way to hers... and managed to puke in her bedroom slippers at the foot of her bed on my way. She didn't realize the slippers were puked in until she slid her feet in to them to come and get me. After everything was cleaned up and I was feeling better, she told me how much better it would be if I could head to the bathroom when I was sick, and she would hear me puking and come take care of me there. Cayden's evening of puking was only the ending of a crazy turn of events... earlier that day my brother, Channa, and I had sunburned ourselves at the beach... having had to bring our sheets to the rental house, I only had one set for the bed in my room. Once Cayden had puked on them, I had to strip the bed and go back to bed on beach towels... not so comfortable on sunburned skin... I might as well have been trying to sleep on sand paper! Not that I got much sleep anyway as Cayden puked off and on until 5 AM. Earlier that day I had also broken my toe on the coffee table. I reinjured it while jumping out of bed to avoid the spray of puke that night. We ended up laughing about it all... and everyone had fun anyway.