The Great California Vacation: Part 2

Guess who got the newest Dresden Files book and spent the last week devouring it? This lady did! So that's just one of the reasons I haven't been writing on here. So...the great vacation continues...

The Wedding

I've had the honor of being at all of my brothers' weddings (except my oldest brother who didn't really ever have an official one) and so I couldn't possibly have missed my baby brother's wedding. Even if he did have it half of a country away. When we got there, we spent some time enjoying the local sites of Ukiah, California. It was one heck of a beautiful place. The sequoia trees were just spectacular and they were everywhere! While Aaron (the baby bro) was getting his wedding practice on with the rest of the party, the rest of us out-of-towners went and found a local park for the kids to burn energy. All I can really say is: Best. Park. Ever. Seriously...it was pretty awesome. Despite the cold and gloomy weather, we had to burn the energy of several kids. Parks do that rather well.

Boys climbing on trees. Naturally.

I had a huge bruise on my shin for weeks after this from trying to jump on this monstrosity.

Later on we went to the rehearsal and dinner and spent some time at the wedding location. It was a very nice place. But the big day was upon us and off we went to the wedding! I must admit, it was strange seeing my little bro up there in a tux and all decked out to get married. But I was so happy to get to be there. There were bittersweet moments mixed amongst the happiness. With my dad being gone, it was hard at times. He would have had so much fun being there and being the center of attention (even though he wasn't the one getting married). I would have been okay, but they handed mom a flower in memory/honor of dad. I lost it. Bawled like a baby. I got the honor of wearing it on me.

My new sister-in-law, Michelle, was stunning in her dress and Aaron was looking pretty good himself. My bro, Jeremy, was in the wedding party. I love this picture of him. I know it's just a trick of photography, but he looks like Andre the Giant. He really wasn't that much bigger than everyone.

My brother: Andre the Giant.

Me and my bros.

 

In honor of Dad.

The kiddos weren't thrilled with having to sit still for the entire thing, but they did well. Josh got to walk Evie around a bit while I watched the whole thing. I was thankful for that. Why, oh why, won't she just sit in a stroller and chillax like my niece, Lexi? That girl is happy to just relax and enjoy life. Evie can't sit still for two seconds, the crazy girl.

I've never been to a wedding with a dance. Actually, I think I have, but I didn't dance because it was more of a bride and groom thing. Anyhow, I had to bust a move with everyone else. What cracked me up was that my mom, the wallflower of all wallflowers, actually went out and danced. Did someone slip her some extra champagne? (Just kidding.) It was nice. Aaron did a back flip (that nut) and I got the pleasure of watching Aaron and Jeremy dance together in the Money Dance. (You pay to dance with the bride or groom. I gave Jeremy a buck to go dance with Aaron.) We all got a kick out of that. Then a little more bittersweetness smacked me in the face. The DJ said, "Time for the father-daughter dance. Dad's, take your daughters on the dance floor for this one." I never ever thought that I'd dance with my dad when he was alive. . It just never came up in life. But when I saw all those dads dancing with their daughters, I lost it. It was the most I missed my dad since I found out he was gone. I couldn't stop crying and was struggling to compose myself. Aaron took me out there and danced with me in dad's place. I think I did more crying than dancing. But dang it all, if that wasn't a big bucket of suck.

Alex has a blast talking Uncle Aaron's ear off.

 

Jeremy pinning the dollar on Aaron to "pay" for a dance.

 When the night was all said and done, I was one more sister-in-law up and had officially seen my last brother married off (not including my brother-from-another-mother. But that's another story. :-) It was a beautiful wedding with beautiful memories. The kids were exhausted and so were our feet. It was time to call it a night. I have no idea how late that dance went, but I was drained and ready to relax in the hotel room. Congratulations to my brother and his new wife! Glad to have you in the family, Michelle!

Next up: Confusion Hill and The Redwoods

The Great California Vacation: Part 1

Sooo...I've blogged seven times this year. Yep. Seven. That is quite possibly the most accurate definition of pathetic I can give. On we go.

When last I blogged, I mentioned the horrific fever-laden virus that we all got to endure. It was pretty horrific, to say the least. It was so bad, that we actually considered not going on our trip to California. And believe me when I say that it would have been pretty awful for several of our party if we didn't make it. Alex, being the ocean obsessed child, would have been devastated. He was the little turkey that brought this bug home. So he got to give us our accurate display of what the symptoms would be. When the fever didn't leave for three days, I knew we were in trouble. Because Abby and Evie both got it on Tuesday and we were to leave for California on Thursday. When I caught it on Wednesday with Josh, I realized that we were not sitting pretty. I went to the doc and found out mine had a sinus infection on top of it all. I got the meds we needed lined up in my monster-sized medicine bag and said 'to heck with it!'. The doc cleared us for traveling and the tickets were bought and paid for. How many opportunites do you get to show your three kids the ocean and Redwood forest? And guess what? Now I can say I got to be at all my brother's weddings (except my brother Russell who didn't have an 'official wedding'.

Off we flew, hacking our lungs out while battling remaining fevers, to the great land of California. I've never been there so I was pretty excited to see the west coast. And I was not disappointed. That state is B-E-A-utiful! The trees alone were enough to impress anyone in their right minds. The Ocean and everything else we got to see simply added to the awesomeness of it all. I am so glad we went, despite our sicknesses. Oh sure, we had to use ibuprofen a lot, but it was totally worth it. The kids didn't seem to mind and they were mostly healed anyways. Josh's fever lingered the longest. I told him to put his man pants on and suck it up. (Should have told him to put some woman pants on though, as men are big babies when they get sick. I was in full fever mode and had to pack an entire family, clean the house, take care of sick kids and several other things while Josh took a sick day and slept the entire day away. See what I mean?)

Flying with the kids was...well...for lack of a better word, horrible. Okay. Not really. Alex and Abby were just fine. Flying with a 17 month old, on the other hand, was terrible! We tried to refund Evie's seat and change her to a lap child, but it didn't work so she got her own seat. But that didn't work either. She had to sit on my lap for take-off and landing. Have you ever tried to hold a squirmy toddler for more than 1 minute? If not, then I don't recommend it. It's almost impossible. But I managed. Josh, my mom and the other two kiddos just enjoyed the trip with headphones and books. When we finally landed in San Francisco, I looked like I had just finished wrestling a bear.

She looks so peaceful, right? Yeah. Not really.

My brother and his soon-to-be wife met us there with car seats for the kids and a new stroller for Evie. Turns out, Evie doesn't agree that she should sit in a stroller. She must walk with the big kids. Go figure. We also met another of my brothers, Jeremy, and his family there. The kids were pumped to have cousins to share the trip with. Once we were ready to hit the road, we piled in our snazzy new rental car (a little too high-tech for me, of course) and began our awesome trip. First stop: Fisherman's Wharf, San Francisco.

Naturally, we go to sunny California and are rewarded with pretty horrific weather. It was darn cold and rainy to boot. But we managed. Our first stop was McDonald's for some grub. It's one of two safe restaurants with safe food for Alex and his allergies. We got really tired of that place by the end of the trip. But you do what you have to do, you know? From there, we scurried off to the Wharf and saw the sites. First, we went to the Aquarium of the Bay. Alex could not have been more excited. His goal is to see every aquarium in the world. It was a pretty nice one and I'm glad we went. Their shark tunnel was very impressive. There is a little walkway where you can either ride the flat moving track or walk beside it. It was stunning! We saw many creatures of the deep and Alex was all smiles. Abby was pretty happy too. Evie said more ooooh's and aaaah's than I've ever heard from her. She walked ran along with the rest of the kiddos and fit in perfectly.

Jellyfish.

Family photo plus one. My nephew Zach was the only one really smiling. Go figure.

They had these fun bubbles the kids could get in and see the tanks from an inside view. Very neat.

Daddy and Evie. Sharks!

Crazy cousins on the shark tunnel "ride".

Petting the sharks and rays with Shelly and Aaron.

We got to ride the famous carousel at the Wharf. Guess what? Alex rode the dolphin. Only because there wasn't a shark. Abby could have stayed on that thing all day. Evie was just happy to be on one of her own. It was Grandma's treat. She wanted her grandkids to have fun.

Then we were off to see the stores and go to the Pier 39 and see Alcatraz and a whole lot of sea lions hanging out on the docks. Josh's favorite? Alcatraz. Naturally. My favorite? Watching my kids and my mom smile ear to ear as they saw these things for the first time. Or in my mom's case, the first time since she was a girl. My mom, who was really missing my dad the whole time, had the time of her life. It was bitter-sweet for her, but she genuinely enjoyed it. Especially being with three of four of her children for a whole week.

98% of my photos of the kids don lovely goofy faces.

Josh's favorite: Alcatraz. The Rock!

Do you see Evie trying to climb over the rails in the background? I almost had a heart attack.

Pier 39. Look at those lazy bums!

Mom was really happy to be there. But I think you can see the sorrow touching her face...even if it is just a little bit.

After several hours at San Francisco, we packed up and got ready to cross the famous Golden Gate Bridge. I must say, that was a sight to see! Impressed, I was. The Bay Bridge was pretty cool too. It was the first bridge we saw before the Aquarium. The only problem with seeing the bridges was that it was foggy and so the photos weren't so impressive. The kiddos enjoyed watching the ocean and desperately seeking a tail or something interesting jumping out of the water. Several times I could hear them tell me they saw something. Who knows, right? I swore up and down that I saw a strangely serpentine shape of massive proportions in the ocean when I was flying out of Florida. You never know. Our great adventure in San Francisco had come to an end. It was a wonderful day and I'll treasure those memories forever. Next stop: Ukiah, California - Wedding time!

The foggy Golden Gate Bridge