I was very very nervous about our trip out to visit Aunt Laura, so much so that I almost tossed my cookies on the way out the door. But the plane ride was fairly uneventful - it obviously didn’t crash! Noah even slept on the way and was a little angel for mommy except on the decent where it was quite apparent that his ears were bothering him as he was pulling on them. The only other annoyance was getting patted down by security and then they patted Noah down too! I was a little flustered about that but eh, what can you do?
Aunt Laura was waiting for us at the baggage claim looking her fabulous self! We picked up our bag (which was a little embarrassing for us since it was a slight struggle and some nice man had to end up helping us with the cumbersome suitcase). Outside it was beautiful, perfect temperature, cool breeze and palm trees everywhere.
That night due to our jet lag and a tired baby we decided to order in. We got Thai, something John isn’t very fond of and so I was tickled pink that I got to try it again. It was very nummy. We had mint chicken, fresh spring rolls and something else that I can’t remember. We retired early with little fuss from Noah since he was so tired from the plane trip and all the adventure.
The next morning we woke up bight and early, but it took us a while to get going like it did for all the mornings. It’s difficult getting ready to go with almost 8 month old on the loose. Laura decided it was a great day to visit the San Diego Zoo! It was very neat going through Balboa Park to get there. The Zoo ended up being a lot more fun than I thought it would and Noah was actually interested in some of the larger animals. We saw elephants, a polar bear, camels, tons of birds, monkeys, rhinoceros, reindeer, bears, gazelles, hippos and lost of other animals too. After the zoo we ate at this neat Italian restaurant down in the Gaslight District, a hip new area of downtown San Diego. Noah charmed everyone in sight, as he would do almost the whole trip, with his smile and very sweet engaging personality.
Sunday morning we went to Laura’s neat church up in the mountains and got to see a great view of the city through the clouds. We went to the mall that day but Noah was exceptionally tired so we had to go home almost as soon as we got there. Later we got Starbucks then drove to the beach and experienced a magnificent sunset. We dipped Noah in, his very first time in the Pacific Ocean! He hated it! There were many tears and anytime we threatened to put him back in there were more tears. So we walked along the beach enjoying the scenery.
Monday dawned with the promise from Aunt Laura that we were going to go visit another beach. Board shorts and sunscreen for Noah, snacks, books towels, cameras, swimsuits and a myriad of other things in tow we trekked off to Target for a beach umbrella. After all shade on the beach is very important for a little white boy from up North! Unfortunately, they had already cleared them out since it was the middle of August, so we got a big ol’ golf umbrella. It was quite amusing. A quick stop to meet everyone at Laura’s work and then we finally got to the beach! Noah loved the sand and rolled around in it about two minutes after I put the sunscreen on him. Note to self: always lube up a little boy at least fifteen minutes before allowing him to roll in sand, sunscreen acts like glue! Needless to say the cold shower to remove said sand and waterproof sunscreen made Noah scream with all his might. Besides that we had a fantastic time. That night we went to an outdoor fancy restaurant that served what I hesitate to call “gourmet” Mexican-American food. I ordered a fish corn thingy and ate it all, every last kernel. Mmmm I’m hungry just thinking about it.Tuesday came much too quickly. Laura had to go to work and I packed, cleaned, and headed off to the mall to waste a couple hours till it was time to pick Laura up so she could drive us to the airport. Driving in Cali wasn’t nearly as hard as I thought it would be.
The only truly bad thing to happen to us the whole time was when I came to pick Laura up from her work and I tripped and bumped Noah’s head on the sidewalk. Stupid curb! I did everything in my power to keep him safe and protect him as I went down, but tears still abounded and mommy shed a couple herself.
We got to the airport a little early because I was nervous that I would get stopped by security, but no-such-bad-luck this time. We got a widow seat again but this time in the front row, it was nice to have a little room to stretch out. The airplane ride home was okay for the first hour and a half. Then Noah woke up. He ate part of my turkey sandwich, which was so much better than the hamburger on the way there. He played in the empty seat next to me and then all heck broke loose! The screaming commenced. I tried everything I could think of to calm the little boy down but nothing worked. To be fair it was 10pm our time and he was exhausted beyond belief, but I came back with ringing in my ears and a large headache. I got some sympathetic comments and some evil glares as I left the plane. I apologized to everyone in the front rows and Noah bless him, turned into a smiling happy tired boy.
Daddy was waiting for us all dressed in a suit and tie with roses in hand. He surprised us with a limo ride home! I can only guess how much he missed us, but I can presume more than I could imagine.
It was so hard to leave we had so much fun with Laura and Noah was getting very attached to her. I will always be grateful I went. I love you Laura!
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