I am back from spending four days in St. George, Utah visiting some friends. We had a great time hanging out and catching up with our good friends. The traveling with Little Miss went relatively well. That is, until we missed our return flight. But I’ll get to that in a minute.
We spent every day of our vacation going to local lakes and hanging out on the beach or on our friends’ boats. It was very relaxing, and I was able to get in some nice open water swims each day, which makes me very happy.
Little Miss has a ways to go in becoming a good beach baby… She absolutely hated the sand, and also getting her feet wet. I didn’t even try to get more of her wet because she threw such a fit when we dipped her feet. It was the only time this vacation when she was still (besides naps). She wouldn’t move from the beach towel.
I was right to think that vacationing with a toddler isn’t really a vacation, as I spent most of my time following her around and trying to keep her happy. She was crabbier than usual, which I think was just due to stimulation overload.
Things really got interesting on our return trip. We spent Sunday at the lake (and our host’s mother graciously volunteered to watch Little Miss for the day, so I was FREE – yeah!!!). Par for the course with us, we stayed at the lake as long as we could, with each of us getting in a nice 45 minute swim. On our drive back to our hosts’ house, we started itching. All over.
Turned out that we picked up some kind of parasite in the lake. FUN!!! So there was a bit of a delay as we figured out what was wrong with us (as we had rashes all over our bodies), put on Calomine lotion and our hosts dug up some allergy medication for us to take. We then hit the road for the 2 hour drive to the Las Vegas airport. It was relatively smooth until we got turned around trying to find the rental car return. Next thing you know, we’re REALLY tight on time. We checked our bags, ran to the gate, and arrived just in time to see our flight — the last flight to Reno of the day — pulling back from the gate.
We tried to reclaim our baggage and were denied. That is how I found myself in Vegas with three diapers and… wait for it… ONE BABY WIPE to last me for the next 17 hours.
We went to the info desk at the airport, where we told the guy behind the counter that we were looking for a decent hotel that was close and with a free shuttle. He called the Knight’s Inn and made a reservation for us, saying it is “nice”.
And it was… FOR A CRACK HOUSE. Oh, golly, that was a miserable mistake. They didn’t have a crib for Little Miss, and the only store within walking distance was a gas station. We walked to the gas station in search of diapers, milk and wipes. I found everything but diapers. That is when I got creative, and purchased some super duper maxi pads, in hopes that they would extend the life of the three diapers we had on hand.
So, Monday morning, we woke up (after sleeping in our clothes and having absolutely no toiletries available to us), I finger combed my hair (i.e. we were looking ROUGH), and headed to the airport. And that was when we were reminded how smart we were when we decided to travel on Sunday and avoid the peak travel period of Memorial Day. Ah, the best laid plans. It took almost an hour to check in and make it through security.
Little Miss did about 2 laps of the C Gate at that airport. But she was in good spirits, waving to everyone, and saying one of her new words, “hi”. She also picked up another word on the trip, “Eee-iiii”, as in “eee-iii-eee-iii-ooooo” from Old Macdonald.
We made it home around noon yesterday, with everything intact. We felt like we had been run over by a mack truck, but we were intact. I put Little Miss down as we brought in the luggage. She went straight to her Dora car (the one my brother and his family got for her because he knew how annoying it would be), and she pushed the button that made Dora say, “We MADE IT to the Carnival!”. It was very appropriate, as the entire day had felt like some crazy carnival ride.
A few minutes later, I saw some wet spots on the carpet. I thought “where did she get a hold of water?”, and as I investigated closer, I found that we had reached max-capacity of that third and final diaper (with a maxi pad stuck inside). Her pants were soaked and there was a mini-puddle on the carpet.
I couldn’t help but think of my luck that the diaper didn’t give out while she was sitting in my lap on the plane! Wooo!!!
So that was our “vacation”. I took limited pictures (as I was too busy chasing after Little Miss), and will post them later this week.