A friend emailed to ask if we're having a good holiday. Good holiday? Ohhh Maaaaan. I won't bore you with the million little crazy stupid insane blow-your-mind ballistic details. Suffice to say that where we were to stay in Calgary for a week, they all had the flu. So after staying in hotels in Banff and Calgary for 3 nights we hoped their flu was over. Then hubby and I were in Okotoks for National Conference and Mom took the boys to the house. No problem.
Until we arrived there Sunday night.
Everyone was asleep. I heard "blop…silence…garble garble choke…silence… bloooop." Something weird was going on in one-and-a-half-year-old's crib. It was dark. So I felt around to see where he was in his crib and sluthered my hand through a warm thick sticky goo. Loooots of goo. He had the flu. Now understand this: It was still dark. We were in a house that was brand new to us. Where to find the towels and rags and extra blankets.
He threw up for 4 hours, every 15 minutes or so. I sat up with him and layed beside him on our bed while poor hubby slept alone.
So by morning all was well and we finished the puke laundry and drove off for the Okanagan.
No problems.
Until two nights later, in Winthrop Washington. In a strange motel. In a strange country. For $166 bucks!!!! And within thirty seconds of walking in the room…our seven-year-old. Bluauuuuuahhhuuup. You cannot imagine the relief that he was, in that very moment, carrying an empty grocery bag and bluauuuuuhhhupped into it instead of on the carpet. So he slept on the bathroom floor (second time in his life he's slept on a bathroom floor in a motel, but that's another un-detailed story). And I'll skip a few things here, except to say I had just eaten real, authentic Mexican food three hours previous. And we were all asleep (well, except for our first-born, who was laying on the bathroom floor puking every 15 minutes).
Note to self: stop talking about McBride restaurants needing a Mexican night. Cuz black beans and tostidas and enchiladas do NOT taste good coming up.
My up-chucking lasted 3 times. And little man was done by the wee hours of the morning. But he slept on the bathroom floor for the whole night, with a little lamp a few inches from his face, turned on. How does a boy sleep with 3500kW of electric light streaming through his eyelids?!! We were both weak and tired for half a day.
A few hundred miles on Wednesday and we made it to the ocean, Anacortes. Burp, fish and chips, burp, gurgle.
Hubby's turn……….
A ferry ride later out of the States, and here we sit, looking out from our living room window in Sooke BC. Oh it's so pretty. And so far, our only healthy four-year-old is A-OK. And we all ate supper tonight.
But honestly, we truly feel vacation didn't start until this afternoon.
Oh you should see this place! I can stir my Kraft Dinner, wash dishes, eat, get clothes out of the suitcases, and all while looking at the Pacific Ocean ON OUR DOORSTEP! Literally. I'll count the steps down the little walkway for you tomorrow. Within moments of arriving we scuttled down the walk and out on the pier where our host was chopping up a fish. I don't think that's the proper term for carving the meat off the fins, head and bones. Anyway, it looked like he knew what he was doing. So he told us what kind of fish they were, and then checked the crab trap and I touched the little hand/wing/claw thing on one of the two little tennis-ball sized things. Did you know if you turn them upside down they go to sleep? So we watched them do nothing for a minute, then he turned them right-side-up and gently nudged them to the end of the dock where they plopped into the sea. The next poor critter to get sunbathed was a real live starfish! I touched the spiny edge, but only for a milli-second cuz ooooooo I don't like live things. And the boys have turned over rocks on the beach to find little mini crabs the size of a nickel scutter for another rock.
And this is just the first couple hours!
Do you like the sea?
I could see this being a favourite vacation spot for us every couple-a years.
Yeah, so that's been our vacation so far.
Oh, and conference was FANTASTIC!! We shoulda been aware of the spiritual battle that would ensue after such a high at conference, then BAM! We were hit low in the gut (literally!!)
But now I shall go lay down the babe again. Then the other two will be tucked into bed and hubby and I will sit here, looking at the ocean and might see what's happening in the Olympics.
Hmmm, might have to go galavanting up the road for an ice-cream bar. My babe is wailing. Must go.
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