Wow, we are finally home again. With both sets of parents living in northern Utah, it is easy to see them both, yet hard to feel like you spent enough time at either place. Splitting up the vacation is definitely a good thing, but I had to pack the car one too many times I say!
So, our first order of business was to get up to Logan and SH’s parents house. We left on Saturday morning, but I felt horrible. Pregnant sick horrible. I sat in the passenger seat and tried to close my eyes. After about an hour and a half, we stopped and picked up a pizza for lunch. I hardly wanted to look at it, but knew that if I didn’t eat I would just have to throw up in another 15 minutes, so I indulged. An hour after that, we had to stop again. This time for me to run into a bathroom to throw up. Yuck. We spent the next hour at that very same place because I couldn’t stop. That’s right folks, the worst pregnant sick of my life, and I spent it in a Wendy’s bathroom! Good times.
Our little 7 or so hour drive turned into a torture session lasting 9 1/2 hours. I about died by the end, all I wanted to do was lay down for two days. I did my best to enjoy our time there, and I did feel better.
Christmas morning was fun, M came into our room at 4 am! Come on people that is just WRONG! We sent her back to bed every 20 minutes till we finally dragged our hides out of bed at 6, begging the grandparents to get up so our kids could do Christmas. I didn’t even get a nap that day. Can you say painful?! It was a great Christmas anyway, just a bit tiring.
The next day, we went sledding with cousins and had a blast. By evening we were packed up and ready to move on to my parents house. That drive was uneventful, only 1 1/2 hours, so not nearly as ugly. Thursday, we played with cousins (a different set) and hung out. My brother was about to leave with his family to visit their other grandparents, when my dad discovered my brother’s dog out in the garage, sitting by a torn up box of rat poison. Needless to say, my brother and I ran her over to the doggie emergency room. She definitely ate a lot of poison, but will be just fine. Bella we love you!
I thought that this was eventful enough, when we decided to go sledding on Saturday with my sister and her kids. We decided to drive over to the hill because of our little kids, and we left a few minutes after the big kids started walking. When we got there, they were going off of a big jump made by someone else. I couldn’t wait to get some pictures. It looked fun, but scary to me. By the time we got out there, my nephew went off, landed wrong, and snapped his arm in two places. NO! We struggled to get him back up to my car, picked up my mom, and they took him over to the emergency room where they spent most of the afternoon trying to set the arm. The poor guy!
The drive home was a beautiful thing. It was snowing pretty hard when we left, so we were a bit nervous. We thought that we would have to take the long way around and skip the shorter mountain route. Within an hour though, we were out of the snow and back into blue skies and dry roads. Further south, the mountain road looked so promising that we took it, totally clear, totally beautiful, and I loved M’s comment most of all. She said over and over through the drive “this is our most peaceful drive ever. I want us to always be happy while we drive”. The girls didn’t argue much, played well together, and most of all when we walked in the house, we weren’t frazzled like usual. It was awesome!
All in all, it was a great week. I am with SH though when he says that all family gatherings should take place in the summer so we never have to travel through snow. Fat chance, but it would be nice…
