We've had quite the trip all over Southern California for the past week. The main reason we came out here was for Adam's work conference in San Diego. Our intent was to combine it with our anniversary trip and spend a bit more time out here, relaxing. That kind of happened. Unfortunately, our dear friends, Gary & Jess, who were watching the boys, had to go to the emergency room in the middle of the first night we had left the boys with them. After spending way too long in a hospital, they figured out that Jess had a tubal pregnancy and had to have emergency surgery. We are still praying for her complete and quick healing. Thankfully, until we could go get the boys, a friend of theirs stayed the whole day and watched them. On the way back from Apple Valley to Anaheim (where we were staying), we were asking the boys how their day was and what they did...
Micah: We played with Alyssa. We were hoping Uncle Gary & Auntie Jess would come back, but they didn't.
Me: Yeah, Bud. That's because Auntie Jess is very sick. We need to pray that she gets better soon.
Micah: I think we should pray for her right now, Mom.
Me: Okay. Do you want to pray for her?
Micah: Yes. Dear Jesus, please help Auntie Jess feel better...and just touch her body. Amen.
(EDIT: Mr. Gary Malkus would like me to mention that when they did get to watch the boys on Saturday afternoon, a friend of theirs brought over a full-blown bounce house for the boys to play in and they set it up in their living room. The boys had a blast and we all regret that they couldn't spend more time together with them. We have promised a redo, though...maybe next year?)
The next day, the boys got to spend the day with Aunt Alli, who kindly took the day off work to watch them so Adam and I could continue on with our evil plan of going to Disneyland sans kids.
She took them to Petco, where Micah helped her pick out a new beta fish and named him "Raymond" and Seth "sniffed the wall" in the restroom. I actually found out today that he didn't say he was "sniffing the wall," but rather, "facing the wall." There's a reason for this...poor kid. There was one time that I had to take him to a public restroom with me...and the stall was very small. So, to avoid scarring my child, I told him to turn around and face the wall. Haha. Now, he must think that every time he goes into a public restroom with someone, that's what he's supposed to do. I found this out today because we took Micah to the bathroom, and as soon as we entered the handicap stall (stroller and all), he went into the corner and stuck his nose in the wall. I asked him what he was doing and finally figured it out. Glad my kid isn't a wall sniffer after all. He has been known to be a trashcan licker, though.
We stopped in Murrieta for a night and saw Z and some other fabulous CCBC kids. We took Holly, Charley, and Z to dinner (Mike & Rachael couldn't join us). They went back to the school after that and we went to Old Navy with the boys. Then the flip flop incident happened.
While I was perusing the clearance racks, Micah came up to me with a pair of bright orangey-pink flip flops. He proclaimed, "Mom, I want to get these for Holly." I thought it was funny and cute, so I told him, "Go tell your Dad." He went and told Adam, who assumed that I had told Micah that we were getting those for Holly, so he told Micah to put them in the stroller. Later, I told Adam that Micah had picked them for Holly, and since he was so intent on getting them, we were going to let him...but I wasn't so sure about the color. So, I took him back over to the wall of flip flops and said, "Micah, are you sure there's not another pair you'd rather get for Holly? Look at how many kinds there are." He went back and forth a few times, but finally decided on a purple pair with little flowers. While Adam was in the changing room, we put the new selection in the stroller. Adam came out and while I was elsewhere in the store with Seth, thought that Micah had picked out the new pair on his own and didn't think they were any better than the first. So, he made Micah put them back, which resulted in a meltdown. I came over and told Adam he had picked the purple ones out and had his heart set on them. Now that they were back on the wall, I said, "Ok, Micah...look at them again. Are you sure you want the purple ones?" He looked at them, then narrowed it down to four, including the original orangey-pink and purple. "What do you think is Holly's favorite color?" I asked. "Let's call her," was his quick reply. So, I dialed her number and put him on the phone. "Hi, Holly. What's your favorite color?" When she told him purple, you'd have thought he had won a lifetime supply of cookies. "YES!" he shouted as he threw the phone back to me. "I knew it! That's so awesome! I told you!"
Holly stayed with the boys later that night while they fell asleep so we could go to the Roman Spa. He gave them to her with great pride at that time. Silly boy.
Now we are in San Diego, where we have been for the past four days during Adam's work conference. The boys and I spent our days hanging out in the hotel room, at Balboa Park, and the Fashion Valley Mall (mostly the Disney store and food court). The Brewer's (minus Cameron) came down yesterday and we played in the Balboa Park playground (lots of stick fights happened there), ate at the Amigo Spot where a Mariachi band serenaded us with "The Chicken Dance," and then came back to the hotel where a lot of epic battles went down. Today, after Adam finished his work (as the boys called it), we went to the Mission Valley mall. They had a bull ride there, which both boys thought they were old enough for, and also something we hadn't seen before. They called it "Wobble Bobble." It was basically a large, shallow Doughboy pool with human-size, clear, inflatable balls floating on top...with humans in them. It looked like a lot of fun, but they wanted $7 for 3 minutes, or (DEAL OF THE DAY!) $10 for 5 minutes. Wow. We might have let Micah do it just because he was so excited about it, but they only took cash and of course, we didn't have any on us. So, we had to break his little heart and tell him that he couldn't do it. As I was carrying him away, he tells me, "I was really excited to do it, but as it turns out, I cant." Oh. My. Gosh. He had us laughing pretty hard, but we had to hide it since he was obviously so sensitive about the whole thing. We made up for it later, though, when Adam turned in to Belmont and we paid a ridiculous amount of money to take them on a carousel, tilt n' whirl, and vertical plunge carnival rides. Plus, we even got them frozen yogurt! AND, it was after their bed time! See, we're not such bad parents after all.
Tomorrow...is home (after lunch with Z).
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