Last Day

Well today was pretty much our last day in vacation land. Were heading back North East tomorrow. We have other business to attend to now. So I don't really have any exciting stories at the moment so I leave you all with some pics for you and a brief description...Heres the Gameboy and Wonderboy playing in the ocean near the Aircraft Carrier the Lexington.
Future jet pilot in training.
Some more ocean fun.
Bossyboys first experience with the ocean.


Boys and I on the Lexington

Riverwalk


My favorite from the whole trip. MY BOYS

Day 2 +3

I know you all have just been dying to know whats going in vacation land. Well all is pretty well. We are pretty much just chillin. We didn't get much beach time due to weather and of all things jellyfish! The dang jellyfish took over my beach, I wasn't to happy about it but I dealt with it and didn't let it tick me off. Remember my motto for this vacation "Go with the flow"

Probably the most exciting thing so far was the attack of the seagulls. The hubs is dying for me to blog about my aversion toward all things that fly and poo. So here it is at the hubs request...

For some reason I'm an easy target for birds and their poo. It's been this way for a few years now. I tell you how easy a target I am. I was in church, when I say in I mean INSIDE the church. Somehow or another a bird got into the sanctuary and among the hundred plus people in the church somehow I became an open target. I just knew that I would be hit. Don't ask how I knew this I just did. So that was my first experience with those flying poop bombers. Ever since then I've been leery in their presence.
Fastforward to yesterday... Were at the beach la lala..and the hubs decides we need to feed the seagulls. The seagulls to me are like flying rats. They scavenge about the seashore looking for an easy meal. One booger already got his easy meal by scooping down on my kids chicken nugget when we weren't looking earlier that day.
So there my family was feeding an easy meal to 20 plus flying rats that were in perfect alignment in the air above my head. I took the best cover I could beneath my loving protective husband in hopes they would get him instead. The boys finished feeding time and I thought I had made it scott free. Just as I stepped out of the car to go eat and looked down at my shirt there it was. They found the most inconspicuous target the side of my shirt and they got it. I have been the victim of a poo diving not once but twice. Three times and that's it for me, I will not let these flying rats get me again! REVENGE IS MINE!!!
That folks has been my vacation in a nutshell. More to come tomorrow as we venture to the basement of the Alamo. Theres no birds there is there? ;)

Vacation Day 1

My boys are pretty great travelers and have endured hours and hours of driving since they were teeny tiny babies. They have always been used to a good 5 hour drive one way. I think we hit their breaking point yesterday. 8 plus hours of driving would do any boy in.

We left from Big D where we got the rental SUV since it's funner to trash someone else's car when your taking a 7 day trip. 10 minutes into the trip we hit construction..go figure. So we were stuck in traffic for a good 30-45 minutes going less than 5 miles an hour. The boys were already anxious and asking the number one question of all children 17 and younger when taking a car trip. "Are we there yet?" yes those words are like nails on a chalkboard to any parent.

After we finally get out of the construction and actually moving more than 60 miles an hour the second most aggravating question is "I gotta go potty!" Since we are training the Bossy Boy to go potty this makes traveling a bit more of a challenge. Needless to say I think we visited every Valero gas station here to Corpus Christi.
Then there was the only thing they could think of to fight over, a piece of string from Bossyboy's car seat. Leave it to my children to find something anything to argue about even if it's a piece of string. I could already see this was gonna be a loooonnnnggg trip.

The oldest was in dire need of something to do as he was already griping that this was boring blah blah I just wanna go home. So I gave him the map and told him to find 35S told him the town we were in and had him mark the towns as we passed through. This helped all a good 2 hours. He kept asking when were going to be in Wacko so he could mark it off. I had to explain there was a "wacko in Waco, but the towns name is not Wacko."

4 hours in and things are going fairly smoothly for the most part. The hubs and I had switched drivers and we were on our way again after stop number two thousand seventy two. Suddenly Game Boy is feeling ill the vomiting kind of ill. Luckily a good Mom scout is always prepared, as I had decided to keep the kfc bag for trash purposes. He was able to ralph in the bag no harm no foul. Thank goodness cause I think we would have been at each others throats if we had to smell "ralph" the rest of the trip.

We get 7 plus hours into the trip and we're thinking we're in the homestretch. We were getting excited. Then the sign for the beach said 53 miles. I think the hubs and I both were going to cry. So we start singing and playing little games and the hubs decided it's time to sing 99 bottles of beer on the wall. Yes we (the hubs and I) sang at the top of our lungs all the way down to 1 bottle of beer on the wall. We were laughing and carrying on as if we were drunken idiots. The kids were laughing at us and somewhat enjoying themselves. That got us through a whole 20 minutes. 30 more minutes to go. Bossy boy is crying to potty and we were determined WE WILL NOT STOP AGAIN! So for once I encouraged him to go ahead and potty in his pullup. He would not have it whatsoever.

GameBoy and the hubs were having a serious conversation about aliens and nuculear weapons. He's a curious kid and relentless. "But dad what if the aliens could destroy the nuclear weapon and then kill us all?" I told the hubs he gets this skill of debate from him.

8+ hours in we finally made it to the hotel. Its 11:30 at night BossyBoy finally relented to sleep. Hubs went into get our room and comes back with the news that they messed up the reservation and only have a room with a king size bed left. At this point I could care less if we stayed on a cot at the Salvation Army. I just wanted a bed but Hubs was furious. Since we didn't have much choice we took our king bed and our sweet children slept on the floor. Serves them right for making us stop every thirty minutes.

Needless to say we survived our driving adventure and I have learned to never never drive 8 plus hours with a kid that's potty training and that I should always be prepared for an unexpected visit from "ralph".

I will have pics for you possibly tomorrow we did get a little visit to the beach today, as expected storms were all around the area. Hopefully tomorrow will be better for sun and fun