Coming from the island of Oahu, the family has successfully traversed the great Pacific but not without a host of challenges. The little one came down with a nasty cold. Snot nose, coughing, fever and general misery in a presurrized cabin at 30K feet calls for two things: bottomless bloody mary's and Benadryl. I honestly felt like I was torturing the poor child, but what do you do when the vacation is already bought and payed for?
I think she has recovered from the experience as she is enjoying being with her cousin. They are 3 1/2 months apart and at a fun age where they are able to communicate in their own toddler way. It's funny how they seem to understand what the other is saying quite well but sometimes they just look at eachother in a half blank stare, half head-cocked curiosity.
There was quite a bit of action yesterday, marathon day. Although I wasn't running, I experienced a marathon of my own managing the two munchkins. It wouldn't have been so bad if we hadn't pulled them out of bed at 3am. They were troopers and thank goodness for LazyBoy style car seats and dvd players.
If only I had a second stroller the day would have been a breeze. I traded the typical post-marathon leg pain for bicep soreness from carrying a 30 pound two year old while napping through the mud and crowds during a downpour while pushing the other in the stroller. Oh, I was also carrying everyones gear in my pack on my back. (Excuse the Seussism, just read One Fish, Two Fish....)So now it's time to relax. The kids have returned to their normal selves, mostly. The runny nose will not let up and the irritability is getting the best of my little one but we press on. I have high hopes that the salt water and humid air will provide the cure to all of our woes if only the rain will stop. If we don't make it to the beach there are hours of entertainment to be had for us proud parents as we watch the munchkins dance, play, interact and be silly. Afterall, we are in paradise.
