Travel Blog

Travelling makes for some incredibly awesome blog stories.

I could tell you about the drive down when I looked in the rearview mirror to see Tommy picking his nose in his sleep with both fingers.

Or the part of the drive when Tommy had a meltdown because his "fingers! dirty!!! ooooh no!!!!! sticky! help mommy! help!"

Or the part when we checked in at the hotel and Tommy immediately jumped on the beds until he realized he was the only one doing it, then started looking for Stella.

Or when we went to the Mongolian restaurant and the nice old lady scared the bejeebees out of my kid. Then cursed me in a foreign language because no matter how many times she told me to, I refused to balance my infant (in his carrier) precariously on the chair. Josh informed me (after nearly 5 minutes of her trying to explain to me that I needed to move him up there and me saying "no thank you") that part of mongolian culture is not putting babies on the floor. I was being incredibly disrespectful. Oops. Sorry nice old lady.

Or the part where we went swimming (Johnny's first time).

Or the many many battles we've had over whether or not it's time to stop throwing rocks at trees. Tommy votes no. Everybody else votes yes.

Or the sweet potato fries dipped in marshmallow sauce.

Or the hotel waffles for breakfast. (When I'm rich and famous I will definitely own one of those machines.)

Or the mortifying tantrums my child throws in public. And the people who think I should be significantly more embarrassed than I was.

Instead I'll just say, we're only 2 days into this vacation and it will only get better from here.