Hey, did you miss me?
Well, just in case you did notice I was gone for this whole last week (and even if you didn’t, it’s ok – just lie to me) I figured it was time to get back to posting and fill you in on our little vacation.
Originally, I was going to fly to Texas by myself for one day to attend a baby shower for one of my oldest, nearest and dearest pals, maybe stop in at the annual Lions Club Carnival and then fly right on back.
Somehow, that turned into hauling the whole fam damily plus the wiener dog 14 hours down the road through the night to arrive in Texas on Friday morning just in time for eggs and bacon at my grandmother’s house.
It’s easier to do it that way because the kiddo sleeps the whole way, but when we arrived he was awake and we were done for.
My husband immediately passed out in the den, and I tried to keep one eye open for the next three hours until I could talk the toddler into a nap.
After 26 hours of consciousness, that three-hour nap was a most spectacularly welcome slumber and I awoke ready to get my carnival grub on.
Hubs claimed to never have been to a small-town carnival before, muttering things about carnies, small hands and cabbage odors, but we won him over with funnel cakes, pork kabobs and the assurance that this particular carnival actually contained no carnies, as it was run by the Lions Club members.
(Shout out to the Orange Lions Club – you guys always do such a great job! Also, kudos to the Orange Police Department who had teams stationed every few feet and kept everything family friendly. I was very impressed.)
Aside from the unwelcome advances of the overly aggressive and apparently famished swarms of mosquitoes, we had a fantastic time at the carnival. I enjoyed watching my older nephews shriek with delight at the same rides I rode some fifteen years ago.
It was also sweet to see my husband and sister chatting each other up. They’re great at ganging up on me too, so that’s fun. My sister is definitely a handful, but her brother in law thinks she’s a riot, and he sure adores her kids.
My son and my sister’s youngest are six weeks apart, and this was the first carnival and the first cotton candy for both of them. While my baby nephew scarfed it right up, my kid was less than thrilled at the sticky stuff. He was, however, pissed that we only saved him a few bites of pork kabob.
The differences between the two boys were also abundantly made clear when we put them on the carousel. My nephew was cool with it, but of course my kid freaked out. He’s got his mama’s distaste for thrill rides I guess. Assuming you can call a trip in a circle at 2 miles an hour a thrill ride.
The next day I hauled out to the country to my girl Kaycie’s house for the baby shower. Kaycie has a gorgeous piece of land and a spectacular home, so it’s always a great place for parties.
But sometimes I wonder if Kaycie and The Bloggess are friends, because they both have way too many dead animals as decorations.
Anyway, dead things aside, it’s also a great place to shoot some belly pics!
Look. At. That. BELLY.
I introduced the soon-to-be parents a few years ago – tricked them into meeting, actually. It’s awesome to see them so happy and…productive.
The shower was actually a lot of fun, which is strange because I normally dislike them. Seeing all my girls again in one place, all loud and silly, well – it made me wonder if I was still ok with living so far away. I miss these women all the time, and who wouldn’t? They are clearly fabulous.
My mom got an opportunity to show off her amazing genealogy scrapbooks while we were there, and Monkey enjoyed eight seconds on a fairly docile pony.
Oh, and I made these mini won ton lasagnas for the shower, which I found on Pinterest and just love. The next time you need a finger food, try this. There were zero leftovers.
They’re super easy to make – just brown a pound of ground beef, stir in half a jar of your favorite pasta sauce, a palmful of Italian seasoning and 8 ounces of ricotta. Spray a mini muffin tin with cooking spray and line each cup with a won ton wrapper. Spoon in the meat, cover with a little bit more sauce from the jar, some mozzarella, perhaps a dash of parsley, and bake at 350 for 12 minutes.
After the shower, we got together that evening with a few friends of ours for a fun, adults-only kind of evening, spent that Sunday and Monday cooking, eating and hanging with family, and then?
Then the puking started.
Monkey and I caught a terrible, awful, no-good, very bad stomach bug. One that made up in ferocity what it lacked in stamina. One that went away as soon as you yacked up the entire contents of your stomach, which was great for the kid who has always been an easy gagger, but awful for me who hates to throw up more than anything in the whole world and spent the entire day doing everything in my power not to.
I was delirious most of the time and in and out of consciousness but I do remember some talk about Phenergan, and I got all excited until it was presented to me in suppository form.
Did I? Oh you betcha. Remember, there’s nothing I hate more than puking. Not even slippery, refrigerated butt capsules.
Finally around 4 that afternoon nothing else was working so I conceded defeat and gave the ole’ heave ho, so to speak.
You know the worst thing about being an adult? Cleaning up your own puke.
Out of a shower.
With small drain holes.
Since the kiddo and I were feeling pretty good the next morning, we all packed back into the car to head home. Somewhere along the way, my husband came down with what we assume was the same bug with a slightly different…plan of exit.
He was a total trooper though, and made it all the way back to Kansas City with minimal moaning and gut clutching. Given the tendency of most men to fall useless when afflicted with a common cold, I was pretty darn proud of him.
Anyway, now it’s back to business as usual and I look forward to catching up with all I’ve missed around the neighborhood as well as around the interwebs.
It’s good to be home.