what is it about traveling that makes me pack like a real housewife? we have a total of 1 kid, we’ve been to mammoth a total of 3,467 times, and will be gone a total of a whopping 3 nights- yet somehow a thule box was required to get us, the babe, and the 2 pups to mammoth. i blame my husband for needing to transport a snowboard AND skis to their mammoth resting place. he’s so selfish when it comes to winter activities. Don’t even get me started about how he’s way way better than i am at both skiing and boarding. . . to which i place the blame on having to take a season off to CARRY HIS CHILD.
i shutter to think of our packing dilemma if we ever have to travel somewhere tropical. lex has a swimsuit collection that would probably require a thule box all its own.
and our packing dilemma is even more appalling considering i wore one outfit ALL WEEKEND LONG. #puffyvestsforlife
Car trips for us go as follows: mike drives the whole way (control freak), while I’m tasked with rubbing lex’s foot (Mommeeee… Rub my foot puh-lease), tucker pants restlessly the whole time, and sweet sweet Sasha sleeps like the poop eating angel she is. Bubble guppies are on loop while hearing “moomee sing dis song!” must mean I have mastered some kick ass BG song skillz. Car naps are usually non-existent (probably because of my awesome BG skills), so we celebrate them big time (quietly) on the off chance we’re graced with them.
(and yes. its probably past time to wash lex’s car seat)
Way back in December lex experienced her first gondola ride- complete with a fresh cookie, and a wooly spotting (think giant wooly mammoth mascot). Ever since then I’ve been plagued with “ride gondola mommy? Ride gondola with cookie? See wooly? Take picture wooly?” daily… It was about damn time we delivered on this gondola/cookie/mammoth situation. So after Homegirl woke up at 5:30 with a very excited “RIDE GONDOLA DAY TODAY! SEE WOOLY TODAY! eat cookie?” I knew our weekend plans we’re set. And as the awesome parents we are- we TOTALLY delivered.
This my friends are what toddler dreams are made of. . . KITTY FACE PAINTING, GONDOLAS & WOOLY MAMMOTHS.
i don’t know what happens to me in mammoth. but its almost as if its not real-life. Like i don’t have to put on makeup, or change my clothes, or do any physical activity, and can eat my weight in kettle corn. I’m pretty sure the surfing bear in this pictures is totally appalled by the amount of kettle corn it just saw me put down.
we also celebrated lex’s beau’s boyfriend (she literally has a pet name for him “kai-kai”). . .and i dare anyone to tell me these two don’t look like teenagers in this picture.
And now we make the trek back home into the land of sunshine, kiddie pools, and wifi (I survived a weekend without wifi. And clearly need a t-shirt to prove it). And don’t worry, i managed to snag an extra large bag of kettle corn for the road.