Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Vacation

Emily had a great family vacation this year. I was most concerned about how she would do in the car, but she was perfectly content. I think that her car seat is much more comfortable than Abbie's is, which makes a big difference on such a  long trip.


Emily was very excited to go to Grandma and Grandpa P.'s house so that she could see her cousins and have other kids to play with. Little did she know that it was the weekend of the local fair, which of course means rides and cotton candy. You can tell how absolutely thrilled she is to be on the Merry Go Round.
There were also kids to play with at our friends' cabin and she enjoyed that, too. Our friends' daughter is three now and Emily spent a fair bit of time "teaching" her things and trying to help her with stuff. She seemed to enjoy the opportunity to step into the big sister role for a few days. The town near the cabin is the self-proclaimed Turtle Racing Capital of the World. As such, every Wednesday during the summer they close Main Street for a couple of hours to set up games and turtle races for the kids. Our turtles didn't win, but I think that Emily had fun anyway.
As for the rest of the trip, Emily did a great job being (mostly) patient with us. She did get to enjoy all of the fishing, s'more eating, amusement part rides, and aquariums that Abbie got to enjoy, but she also had to sit through lots of long meals with foods that she would never imagine eating. Needless to say, we pretty much brought yogurt and PB&J with us everywhere we went.


Finally, just as further proof that our quiet child is always listening, we ended up with a fly in the car shortly before we arrived home. It was really irritating, and at one point I thought that I heard Emily say, "F**k." I asked her what she had said, and she replied, "F**k." I tried to gently explain to her that f**k is really a big person word and that she shouldn't say it. She must have felt bad, I guess, because in trying to explain herself, she said, "But I said it to the fly . . ." Chad and I found that pretty funny (although it might have been the delirium associated with endless days in the car . . .).