Since daddy was away on a business trip this week and Grammy was free to play, we decided to have a girls trip. We spent the first two days at my grandparents' cabin and another two days in St. George. Trip highlights:
driving down the road (thank goodness for travel dvds or it would have been a much less enjoyable drive) as Grammy pointed out horses and cows and sheep to the girls. "What does the horsie say? The horsie says meow." No that is not a typo. Yes she was raised on a farm. Confused? yeah, me too.
The girls played on the cabin porch collecting rocks to make a rock family or playing ring-around-the-rosies but mostly just followed around their older cousin with worshiping adoration. He's actually my cousin but significantly younger (12 years old) and was really good about humoring his entourage. His played with them, watched movies with them and was really good about letting them follow him around.
They spent a lot of time trying unsuccessfully to sneak up on the chipmunks to feed them. They also liked watching the deer as they came to eat at the little feeding station my grandpa had built. But Ladybug got mad at me because I wouldn't let her ride the deer.
They helped "grandma great" feed the dogs and loved jumping on the beds upstairs. And they managed to get much more dirty than I ever thought possible. I gave Butterfly a hammer and assigned her the job of looking for nails sticking up in the patio and pounding them back in (which she was surprisingly good at). They also loved taking turns brushing grammy's hair and quickly moved on to brushing grandma-great's hair and my aunt's as well. We all took turns reading books to them but the best was when Grammy was pointing out the horse in the picture, "the horse says moo." (I think she needs more sleep.)
On the drive from the cabin to St. George, the rubber seal holding my windshield in place became to come off and snake down the drivers side of the vehicle. It flapped against the window like a creepy alien wave and required us to stop and get that fixed before our adventures could continue. We pulled into the maintenance bay and when the check-in girl welcomed us and asked what we needed, I eloquently and profoundly announced "I broke it." Grammy laughed, shocked that I would say something so relatively stupid and blunt (usually I try to sound at least somewhat intelligent) but I figured the problem was obvious. Fortunately it was a quick fix.
We told the girls we were going on a special "date" and got dressed up in our cute new dresses to go see a stage show of The Little Mermaid. It was fantastic and the girls had a lot of fun. We even got to meet Ariel after the show and see one of my friends from college who was working as a designer at that theater.
Since St. Geroge is a billion degrees, we spent a lot of time playing in the water. We took the girls to a park that had all kinds of fountains and spray toys. Butterfly loved it but Ladybug was startled and wouldn't go back in the playground. But both girls LOVED swimming in the hotel's pool. (what can I say, my children are fish.) In fact, Ladybug kept doing a cute little cheer of "water baby!" with her arms pushed into the air as she jumped into the water and she giggled like crazy every time we called her "sharkbait". We stopped at the dollar store to buy air floaties and inflatable rings and it turned out to be a brilliant investment. The girls, who usually cling to me in the water, loved their newfound freedom and with the security of their floaties were eager to play by themselves, even in areas of the pool where they couldn't touch the bottom. Butterfly liked paddling around while Ladybug liked to jump into the water from the side of the pool. (she would count before she jumped, "one, two, three, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, 'leven, twelve, GO!" I'm not sure why 12 is the magic number or why she skips four and five but she did it the same way every time.)
We spent a little time shopping and ate lots of tasty food. It's silly but a trip highlight for me is always getting to go to food places that I love and don't have nearby anymore such as El Pollo Loco, Kneaders, Pier 49, etc. If you have these places near you and don't appreciate them properly, shame on you.
And finally, we came home, eager to see daddy and sleep in our own beds again. Well, I was eager to sleep in my own bed. The girls slept in my bed too because we couldn't pry them away from daddy to make them sleep in their own rooms. :)
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