We began our trip at 9:15am on Thursday morning. We drove to Marc and Kenna's to pick them up along with little Avery. We had to pick up Maycee at my parents' house on the way through so we stopped and had lunch as well! We also stopped at Stephen and Kenna's Aunt Karlene's house to check in with them. And of course we had dinner at In-N-Out. That is a tradition.
Things were smooth sailing until 45 minutes before we got to Brandon and Mitzi's. Cooper was angry and we were all ready to get out of the car.
The trip down took almost 12 hours...it's normally a little under 7.
While at Brandon and Mitzi's we had four children in one house that were in diapers. We had a large sack, specifically designated for diapers, in the garage. That sack filled up very quickly. It was a little disheartening to know that 50% of those diaper kids were mine. Hopefully Maycee will realize that the toilet is the way to go. Soon. I hope.
Friday we went to one of their local parks and played on a splash pad and then their playground. I think that Stephen, Marc, and Brandon had more fun than the kids...they were running around using all of the playground equipment improperly.
Maybe "improperly" is the wrong word.
More like "as dangerously as possible".
After the park we headed off for fancy hot dogs and ice cream. Stephen and I were burping hot dog-ice cream for the rest of the day. You can imagine how that tasted.
Saturday came bright and early. No matter how late you go to bed, the kids always wake up at the same time. Early.
At 6am, I thought I heard Maycee get up. We were sharing our room with Maycee on our floor in a sleeping bag and Cooper in the pack-and-play. I didn't really stir when I heard the patter of little feet. There were two other kids that it could have been...
Wrong...
It was Maycee's little feet.
Five minutes later Mitzi escorted Maycee back down to our room. Whoops. Later that morning I was related the following story:
Brandon was awoken to a little voice yelling on his side of the bed, "daddy...Daddy...DADDY!!!" Brandon rolled over and found Maycee yelling at him. Mitzi brought her back to the correct "daddy". I have no idea how Maycee thought that we were in their bedroom, or that Brandon was Stephen. That will be a funny story to remember.
Stephen's cousin, Alissa, met us to spend the day on Nebo loop. That was the only time that I remembered that I had a camera.
Sunday was really fun to sit and chit-chat and take naps. Maycee did awesome in their nursery. I was very surprised. I think that we are finally over the "I'm going to throw a tantrum every time I have to go to nursery" phase. At least I hope so.
Monday we packed up and headed out.
Of course we stopped at In-N-Out for lunch. It's a tradition. This time it only took us 9 hours to do our trip home.
Our final thing of note for this trip was that Maycee has finally learned to say Cooper.
Coop-her.
That's how she says it. So stinkin' cute.
Marc is the one that finally got her to say it.
Marc.
Not Mom.
Not Dad.
Marc.
Now we just have to get her to understand that Coop-her is actually her little brother's name. Not Peeker. Funny little girl.
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