What do you call two kids that LOVE hotels? Vasco and Justine! (Crazy part is that they can even find the room by looking at room numbers now, while dragging their rollaway backpacks like little tiny cute travelers!) We were off for a weekend at Hershey Park. Here's what was planned: kids dreamily drift off to sleep on pull-out couch, mom and dad share bottle of wine in other room, watching a movie, eating chocolate, and holding hands. Here's what happened: we set up pull-out couch, kids put pajamas on while running around the room in mad circles, brushed teeth, then ate bananas in a crazed shark-feeding type frenzy, re-brushed teeth, went to bathroom, jumped on couch, squealed with excitement that we were in a hotel, went to bathroom again, and took another 30 minutes to actually fall asleep after we managed to miraculously keep them in bed without having to sit on them. That was probably 10:45pm.. We high-fived each other, thinking that that MUST mean that the kids will sleep in. Right.... At 5:59am (NOT kidding!): "Is it time to get up?" I bolt out of bed and as coherently as possible at that hour explain that the park is NOT, I repeat, IS NOT, open yet! At 7am, the kids were wide awake. Moves, here we come! ("Moves" are what Justine calls the rides, because, well, they DO move).
A lot of fun was had by all.
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On an entirely different topic, my adventures in decorating cupcakes were surprisingly successful, and earned high complements from the kids.
(the idea was courtesy of an article in Redbook magazine)
Vasco, upon finishing up the last one, "Mama, let's make more!"
Me: "okay, we can make some more this weekend. Maybe we'll make different bugs: bees, maybe?"
Vasco: "Yeah!!!! More! This weekend! Bees, mama? Bees? and maybe cockroaches?"
Me: (
incoherent snorting)
After over 2 years of daily Pulmicort treatments for Justine, we have been given the okay to stop them!!!
