Spring Break from H-E … Well, You Know the Rest

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Weather changing.

Spring approaching.

Let’s get the heck out of STL!

The beach? SURE- let’s go!

a Florida beach

Sand.

Sun.

Family in tow.

What could go wrong?

Literally everything.

 

Day 2 was blue

Not talking about the sky

Mama, my tummy hurts.

Vomit all around me.

Second round of the bug 

Are you kidding me?

Someone give me a hug.

 

Cough cough cough

Ring ring? Hello? Tele-health visit to round out day 3.

You’re kidding me.

 

Day 4- Looking up!

Day 5 – Just kidding.

 

Another one bites the dust.

There goes dinner.

You’re actually kidding me -right?

Cough Cough Cough.

Zoom. Zoom.

To the pediatric urgent care we go.

close up of an urgent care

Alright, seriously. Are we done?

 

Nope? Ok. Cool.

 

3 & 4

Down they go.

Into the wash everything goes.

 

Are we done yet?

Are we home yet?

 

Ok, but seriously … and I was worried about how my 18-month-old was going to do on the plane (Solid A, would have been A+, but she threw a fit when I wouldn’t let her walk into the men’s restroom and laid on the floor wailing). What I wasn’t prepared for was the trip from H-E-Double Hockey Sticks (anyone else remember that movie?!).

It was one thing after a freaking ‘nother. But the silver lining? The view was better from here and family ready to help in every way possible. They’re the real MVPs with the best stain remover known to man (Shock it – look it up – game changer).

They were there to comfort, clean, walk, play, and cheers with when the day ended. Forever grateful for their patience and generosity. 

On my last Tuesday Takeover I asked for advice on what to pack for my not so easily impressed toddler for the flight (18-month-old with the attitude of a rebellious teen). I got such great responses, so I thought I’d share an update on what I brought and worked.

 

Snacks.

Literally – just pack snacks.

I was her snack “you know what”.

 

Book? Cool. Until it wasn’t and she chucked it 10 times.

Pop-it? Lasted 4 seconds.

Car? Pretty sure that didn’t leave the plane with us.

Moral of the story?

Don’t follow me for traveling tips.

Toddlers are ruthless. 

Family is everything.

The stomach bug can go back to wherever it came from.