Vacation 2008

We took a much needed getaway this week and enjoyed some family time together. The boys had a blast exploring a new city, even in the incessant rain (hence, my horrible hair in every picture!). We visited a children's museum where Greyson showed Josh that he didn't need Daddy to help him slide down a 3 story slide. Josh went anyways and is still recovering from a knee injury. Cooper had a blast climbing up and sliding down these "roller tubes." It was hilarious to see him crawl as hard as he could and get nowhere. We also went to the zoo where Greyson now has a new fascination-Dinosaurs. They were life-like in size and sound. You would think a huge T-Rex snorting and screeching would scare him...nope. He loved it. He just stood and studied each one of them. At the end of every night we would put Cooper to sleep and Greyson and I had a little ritual. We would go to the 1st floor of the hotel, which housed it's own movie theatre, get some popcorn and eat it in bed while watching cartoons. He loved it! He couldn't wait to go to bed. On the vacation, though there was 1 incident where I wanted to literally die. It was one of those moments I haven't really experienced yet as a mother. Don't get me wrong, my kids are honery in public all the time, but never have I been mortified....until now. We took the boys to a mall on a short nap and bad nutrition, explosive combination. I was at the Clinique counter trying to get some foundation (Mother's Day Craziness) when all of a sudden I see Greyson playing with this cart that contains all of the makeup they use to do makeovers. Before my "motherly instinct" kicked in, I turn to watch the whole entire facial powder drawer fly out of the cart and onto the floor. About 40 compacts of powder scattered everywhere, breaking/shattering half of them. There was a cloud of powder so thick it makes fog look transparent. The compacts that didn't break aren't numbered or labeled on the back, so it is practically impossible for the Clinique ladies to get them back in their correct spot to sell. Imagine trying to put 40 different shades of brown in spots that read-"Sunlight, Tan, Olive, Khaki, etc.... They all look the same to me. Uh-Oh! Whoops! I was so embarrassed, they were so busy, it was just bad. Bad. They were looking at me with those "how come you can't control your child" eyes? The thought of acting like he was just my nephew and I was babysitting passed through my head quickly. All in all, traveling with the boys went pretty well. Again, you can't expect a whole lot of patience and perfect behavior from a 14 month old and a 2 1/2 year old. Josh and I did good for the most part, biting our tongues, and just letting them be boys. The trip was fun and much needed. As for a restful vacation....those days are long gone.