A change of plans----we are taking a vacation!

So James surprised me and planned a trip to California to go to Disneyland and to the Beach. The timing could have been better but I tried to go with the flow. The plan was to do my two 3 mile runs in California at the beach in the beautiful weather but that never happened. :)

Saturday James went to the Convention in SLC, I took the kids to Rachel's soccer game. I cleaned most of the house, James came home and finished cleaning the house. I made 3 batches of cupcakes, made a giant cupcake for Jack's birthday, made 6 pies for Mother's day and then some of the family came over and celebrated Jack's 1st b-day.

Sunday I finished making pies, went to Church, went to a delicious dinner at Mindy's for Mother's day, went to my mom's for a minute, came home packed our bags, slept for a couple hours and then left at 5:30 am on Monday to drive to California.

We had a good time at Disneyland and spent the day riding rides and just having fun.

Livy got a little fever but after some Tylenol she was fine. Then a couple hours before we were about to leave Rachel started throwing up in the souvenir shop. Lovely. She continued that until we got back to the hotel and even into the next day. All the kids seemed to come down with something and they slept most of the morning.

We had to check out of the hotel and stopped at the beach and let the kids play. Livy was feeling fine, Jack had a fever by then so we gave him Tylenol.

 Rachel perked up for about 30 minutes long enough to play in the waves and then started throwing up again. A couple hours later she was okay though and so were Livy and Jack. 

In Vegas the kids seemed all better we played games at Circus Circus

and watched the clowns and trapeze acts.

 Then James got sick, he stayed in bed for a few hours and then was so sweet and drove me to get a massage so I could relax a little before the marathon. The massage was good and I even had some foot reflexology done too.

After that James was still feeling sick but  was able to overcome it to drive us home. I ended up holding the "barf bowl" the whole way home from Vegas. I was so miserable. We arrived home at 3am. James is the champion driver. He got us home fast and safe (although there were times I was sure he was going way too fast). We all got in bed and I hoped I would be better by morning.