Yes. I know this image is upside down. I’m too lazy to fix it.
We just got back from our 4th annual trip to Arizona! What an adventure. Traveling with a 16 month old is already challenging, let alone with one that has bronchitis and carsickness. Want to hear a play by play of how our trip down there went?
7am left the house for our flight
7:30am Violet pukes up her breakfast
7:35am we pull into a Subway parking lot and scrub everything with what we have (thank GOD for my Norwex cloth. I will never ever ever travel without one now)
8:03am Violet pukes. AGAIN.
8:12am we check in (extremely late… they aren’t even sure our bags will make it on our flight) I take Violet back to the bathroom to scrub everything AGAIN.
8:10am We realize we forgot all about having proof of Violet’s age so she can fly on our laps for free. Thank goodness the lady had a heart and let it slide. If she didn’t have so much gosh darn hair, she would actually look her age.
8:35 They call our name on the overhead speaker basically saying they’ll leave without us if we didn’t get our butts on the plane. We scramble in with the carry-ons, her stroller and car seat and we can’t sit together because the flight is so full and we’re last. So Ryan takes a seat next to an awesome Omaha couple and I get stuck next to the most unfriendly elderly couple ever. We smell like puke. We have no wi-fi for her donkey cartoon. All I have is this rubber frog toy that our neighbors let us borrow and a couple snacks. Ugh.
Violet refused to nap — she kicked the seat ahead of us — she threw her cup on the napping unfriendly lady and I thought she was going to poison us. The flight attendant gave me a free bloody mary because I think she thought I was a single mother.
Longest 3 hours EVER to keep a 16 month old in a 2×2′ space.
But we DID get there. And we DID have a great time.
Violet’s favorite thing was running around outside on the lanai barefoot and picking fruit.
Grilling and a little respiratory treatment here and there
we toured these MAGNIFICENT model homes. So impressive.
squealing with delight. feet were BLACK.
Returning home on my birthday, imagine the first ride to the airport. Only worse because not only are we all heaving over the smell of vomit, but we were also stuck in a traffic jam on the Arizona freeway. PLUS a 45 minute wait in the security line. Last to board again… yup. That’s us. Late and smelling of vomit. Again.
I THINK the smell has finally left us.
Her carseat has never been so clean.
So on the way home to Wahoo, it was my birthday after all so I made Ryan swing through Pitch so I could get a mushroom pizza all for me. (he HATES mushrooms with a passion). Aaaaand since it was my birthday, I got a shot of tequila on the house at 3 in the afternoon. haha
It was fun to get a way, but so very glad to be home.
