Vegas, baby! Our detour home from our summer trip was Vegas and the Grand Canyon. It was amazing. We loved walking around the Vegas strip. We stayed in the Luxor pyramid, which was really cool for the kids. We took a bus tour to the Grand Canyon. It was quite the adventure! We were basically one of the last families called to get on the bus so the only seats left were at the back of the bus- right by the bathroom. Yay! Liam gets car sick so I gave him Dramamine and thought we were good to go. The trip was an all-day affair and included a stop at the Hoover Dam and Route 66. When we stopped at the Hoover Dam and were waiting to get off the bus, Lydia started complaining that her tummy was hurting. We were in the long line of people taking their sweet time getting off the bus and by the time we got to the stairs to exit she puked all down the stairs of the bus. Oops. I felt so bad and offered to clean it up even though I was almost dry heaving myself. The driver told me not to worry about it and proceeded to let everyone behind us just step on it on their way out. Nice. We got Lydia some water and some Benadryl because I did not bring anymore Dramamine. Lesson learned. Always carry Dramamine. We walked to the lookout over the Hoover Dam and got back on the bus. We drove up what was left of Route 66 and made a stop in a cute little town on the way. By this time everyone was feeling better. When we finally got to the Grand Canyon we got off the bus and were in complete awe of this great creation. Pictures cannot do it justice. It is truly grand. We walked to some different overlooks and just enjoyed the time together. The bus ride back to Vegas turned out to be quite eventful. There was a grandma lady sitting diagonally across the aisle from us, right in front of the bathroom door. By this time the bathroom was very stinky. I don’t think it was flushing correctly. We were on the opposite side of the bathroom, and kinda elevated and blocked by a wall, so it was not too bad for us. But this poor lady. Every time the bathroom door closed the stinky air blew her hair and the smell was making her gag. She spent much of the drive home with a green face buried in her sweatshirt. At one point she barricaded the door and would not let anyone use the bathroom. We felt bad, but it also gave Jared and me the giggles a few times. Bless her heart!
We flew into San Fran and then drove to our beach house in Oregon. The drive up the 101 is absolutely stunning. After crossing the Golden Gate Bridge you drive through rolling hills of vineyards. Then you hit the redwood forest and then the rocky coastline. I’d do that drive over and over! We decided to stay and explore San Francisco on our way home since we were there anyway. It was chilly. We loved it.
We had the pleasure of going to the Oregon coast for the Mueggler family reunion. We had a blast. The views were breathtaking and the company was superb. My favorite part was watching all of the little cousins play together. This was the first time we have been out that they were all old enough to actually play and they all got along so well. The week went by too fast and my kids are having major cuzzie withdrawals! Liam and McKay were best buds all week. Elsie and Jax are inseparable and when they were not together one was calling for the other. And Lydia was all over the babies- Elsie and Jace. The week flew by and we were sad to see it end! We spent days at the beach, in the redwood forest, hiking to sand dunes, and looking for sea creatures.
Words I never uttered before I had a son. . .
-No, I will not stop the car on the freeway for you to fix your wiener.
-No, you may not unbuckle while the car is in motion to fix your wiener.
-Get your naked butt off my furniture. Wait, why are you naked?
-Where are your pants? Better yet, where’s your underwear?
-How did you misplace your dirty underwear?
-You threw them?!?!? You threw your dirty underwear in the living room and have no idea where they went?!?!?! FIND THEM!!!
I said all of these today. I apologize in advance if you come to my house and stumble upon a dirty pair of little boxer briefs. We have yet to find them. Sigh.
We’re dog sitting some friends’ dogs. They are both boys. We have only ever had girl dogs. For a reason. When I walked down the stairs this morning Liam was sitting on the couch next to the little dog. He smiled at me and said “When he lays on the couch beside me I like to pat his cute, little butt cheeks.” Jared and I died laughing. When I could compose myself I explained to him that dogs do not have butt cheeks and that he was patting the dog’s balls. And that perhaps he should refrain from patting those again. He thought that was pretty funny and has spent the rest of the morning laughing and bending over checking them out as the dogs walk around. Yes, girl dogs for us!