Down and (Mostly) Safe
Apr. 27th, 2011 12:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
przedWe're back on home soil, having returned from our family vacation to Vancouver.
It was a low key affair, mostly involving trips to parks and nice meals at the home of my sister-in-law and Ros playing with her 2 1/2 year-old cousin. We're counting it as a success that the girls had a great time, were sad to part this morning, and there were only three or so incidents involving tears. A day. (Considering the two year age difference, and the fact that they're both only children, it could have been much worse.)
The journey home would have been as smooth as the rest of the trip, except the Sweetie came down with a wicked GI bug this morning. (He actually threw up on his sister's lawn, whilst taking suitcases out to the rental car. And in the airport. Though, blessedly, not in the rental car or on the plane.) He is now thoroughly unconscious and recovering, and I'm giving thanks that Ros is a pretty good flyer since I was the sole non-sick parent on the plane, and trying to convince my brain that yes, it really is 12:26 a.m., not 9:26 p.m. Really.
It was a low key affair, mostly involving trips to parks and nice meals at the home of my sister-in-law and Ros playing with her 2 1/2 year-old cousin. We're counting it as a success that the girls had a great time, were sad to part this morning, and there were only three or so incidents involving tears. A day. (Considering the two year age difference, and the fact that they're both only children, it could have been much worse.)
The journey home would have been as smooth as the rest of the trip, except the Sweetie came down with a wicked GI bug this morning. (He actually threw up on his sister's lawn, whilst taking suitcases out to the rental car. And in the airport. Though, blessedly, not in the rental car or on the plane.) He is now thoroughly unconscious and recovering, and I'm giving thanks that Ros is a pretty good flyer since I was the sole non-sick parent on the plane, and trying to convince my brain that yes, it really is 12:26 a.m., not 9:26 p.m. Really.
