Saturday, August 27, 2011

The full story: Part 1

So y'all know that we are home from a quick trip to Colorado. I forgot to mention a few details:

The high the first day we were there was 80 degrees. The low? 42.

The second day we were there was 79 degrees. The low? 45.

The third day, well, you guessed it. LOWER THAN IN TEXAS.

We truly wanted to stay there. Not that we wouldn't miss it here, mainly because our friends and families are here. But to be able to play outside with the kids and to see them just blissfully happy to play out in the sunshine--it was enough to make us think about the possibilities of living away from this Texas Africa Heat. No way it'll happen though. Just dreamin'.

So here's the run-down of events: On Sunday afternoon Mom and Dad took us to the airport. They were going to keep Max, (lucky them,) so it made sense for them to drop us off since they also have a suburban. We ended up taking our car, (???) but still, it made sense. I managed to pack all of my stuff, all of Charlie's stuff, and all of Joy's stuff into one big suitcase. Sean packed Ty's clothes in his bag, which is his work bag that is small enough to carry on. So for five people we checked one bag. Sweet, right? And that is how it's done, you seasoned travelers. This rarely-flying momma has got it all figured out.

At least until the trip home when my bag weighed 59 pounds. And at least until I found out that if your bag weighs more than 50 pounds you pay $100 American dollars. Um, chunking the lotion, gel, toothpaste, switching to the heavy shoes for the flight, etc.

Moving on...

We arrived in Eagle at 6 local time, 7pm Tx time. The kids go to bed at 7 so it was kind of interesting how they acted once we got there. Obviously they were excited about the plane, the people, the dogs that were on the flight, (there were like, 5, no lie--people from Colorado apparently travel with their pets everywhere,) so they weren't tired at all. Joy cried the last ten minutes of the flight and held her ears. I kept trying to give her things to eat and drink but she didn't want anything. Once we landed she was much better, and when she saw Pops, Sean's dad, she was so happy. We loaded the car and started the drive home. About fifty yards from the house Joy started vomiting.

Moving on...

She was fine after she got out of the car and I was reminded of many car trips to Colorado when either my brother or I would get sick from the altitude change. We made sure she was better before bed and then made sure to give her a 1/2 of a Dramamine on the flight home. We let the kids play while we set up their beds and since there were two rooms close to each other we put them in one of them and we took the other one. They loved sleeping in the same room. Like their joy was palpable. I kept hearing them that first night giggling and I thought, man, this is pure joy for a mother's heart. Then I heard them telling knock-knock jokes. Then it was a surprise game where one of them surprised the others with a crazy dance. Then it was just a mess. Then we went in and made them go to bed. It was about 10 pm Texas time.

And we paid for that the next day ten-fold. But after that night they settled right in and enjoyed pretty much everything for the entirety of the trip. They swam, they played, they got to go up the mountain, they showed their grandparents all of their tricks,and they tried new things. We rode the gondola up the mountain and though we were worried that Ty wouldn't like it or be afraid he cozied right up and had a blast looking down at all of the trees. Both of Sean's parents went up too and they enjoyed seeing the kids' faces when I jumped on the trampoline. I tell you what-nothing makes kids more proud than their parent jumping on a trampoline and doing an occasional back flip. It was one of those trampolines connected to a bungee cord. Who knew after all this time I could still do a flip? Well, connected to a very strong piece of elastic that basically created artificial gravity. I had so much fun that I was still sore this morning. Joy jumped beside me and she wasn't afraid or apprehensive at all. She still says that jumping was her favorite thing she did in Colorado. Oh, and she also rode a pony. Her big bro and sis? Nada. They watched and weighed their options then decided to sit back and have their fun from afar.

I've posted pictures already so I'm sure I'm remembering things out of order but y'all don't care about details, right?


Okay I should stop with the play by plays then! Gotta hit the hay. More on Colorado tomorrow!

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