Little Santas

Ryan and I took Gavin to Disney on Ice.  I bought the tickets months ago, figuring that Gavin would love it.  I don't know why I didn't think that the whole show would be based on Disney movies, of which Gavin has seen one: Cars.  And since the logistics of getting cars to dance around on ice are probably a nightmare, that movie was not featured.  So poor Gavin, product of slightly crunchy parents, was entirely unfamiliar with most of the characters.  When the 7 Dwarfs skated out, he gleefully exclaimed "Look!  Little Santas!". I have to admit I was proud of him for his ignorance.  He told us that his favorite part of the show was the zamboni at intermission.  The one covered in Bud Light ads.  So now we know.

The kids have had colds for the past 3 months, which have flared up into periodic ear infections and bronchiolitis.  I should buy stock in Kleenex.  Gavin, while blowing his nose the other day, told me that he "heard some E's in there."  I finally broke down and had Ani's ears looked at the other day, after three days of a normally pleasant child acting like the Devil's spawn.  Normally I would just chalk this up to our neglect of the second born, and her consequently becoming feral, but she started to pull on her ear, so I caved.  She is now on amoxicillin.  After 24 hours, she magically transformed back into a human.  

Yesterday we set off on our trip to Oakland, California to visit Ryan's sister.  We are taking Ry's mother, MeiMei, who has not been out to California.  It has been relatively uneventful, and for a 6 hour flight, Annah did very well.  She had a few moments where I thought she may loose it, but, similar to my antisocial attitude in restaurants, I don't really care about everyone else's feelings if my kid is crying on a plane.  I just feel bad for my kid.  She was really tired, but held up well.  I think in the end, she was too tired to even cry, and had resigned herself to her fate, which seemed a little sad, but I could be projecting there.  And other than getting a bottle of water spilled all over my white t-shirt, which made the flight more interesting for everyone else, and Ryan getting orange juice spilled all over his lap, it was pretty benign.  Ryan did tell Gavin that if he didn't stop complaining we would just turn around and go home when we were approximately 60 miles from our destination, which has to be one of the emptiest threats ever uttered, but it was overall a pretty good flight.  Now to experience the trip itself...

Pictures today include a sleeping babe for the 15 min of silence during the flight, Gavin waving to Uncle E as we flew over Denver, and Gavin plugging his headphones in to his belly button.  Cheers!