Wow. That was quite the experience. I love my family, but God
is it good to be home.
Thirteen people. Nine adults and three very
loud children, and my son (who occasionally contributed to the noise).
Anyway, I'm back now, and all three of us are very happy to be home. Babe was stumbling around reacquainting himself with his own toys and his own space with a huge grin on his sleepy face. I was happy to make myself a cup of hot tea and relax on the couch, drinking in the luxury of quiet that pervades this place.
It was nice to see everyone. It really was. My brother has gone all shaggy which is really amusing to me. Fortunately, he's lost a lot of the pudge that was developing over the last couple of years (even taking into account that the camera adds ten pounds). My sister is wonderful as always. Still the perfect daughter and sister, you know? How she manages to survive each day with her two wonderful (but super hyper and noisy) daughters is beyond me. I guess it helps that her eldest is mellowing out into a really nice person. When she's not spazzing.
It is actually beyond me why anyone wants more than one child. A few times this trip I was wondering why anyone reproduced at all, and that's with my sweetheart of a baby. I love him dearly, but...
However, between screaming children and frustrated parents, I managed to actually get some book reading done. I think the majority of my pressies were books, which is really amusing because I think I've read two (actual) books in the last 12 months. Sad, I know.( Book report )
And then there was the trip back. Fun-ness quadrupled. We left the house at 4:30 this morning, and Babe never got back to sleep. Did I mention that he cut two molars this week, and I believe he's cutting a third? Take off and landing was nightmarish. There wasn't anything DH or I could do to stop the screaming because he was too tired to go to sleep, which meant he was too tired to do anything to cooperate, like suck on his bottle to ease the pain in his ears.
And now I can hear DH is back from the doctor. Oh yeah. That was also fun.
Babe came down with a mystery illness on New Year's weekend, you know, when all doctors' offices but the emergency room were closed? He developed a really nasty rash that started at his ankle, then spread all over his body, though in a less vicious form. I thought it might be a reoccurrence of chickenpox based on the nastiness of the rash, but the nastiness was only around his ankles and feet. It wasn't blisterlike anywhere else. Then, Jan 2nd, he developed a fever. That started speculation with diseases such as measles and scarlet fever being brought up. ( details )
So Babe seems fine now, but DH is sick. That's how vacations work, though, right? You go on them intending to rest up and relax, and end up getting sick. Right?
Sea World was fun, though. I got to pet a dolphin. Made me very, very happy. And the manatees made me weepy. Their gaze is just so... compassionate. Weird phrase to use on big, fat, floating blimps, but there it is. I think I like them very much.
Downtown Disney was also fun. Went there on a date with DH (YAY!!! A date! An actual date!) and saw some really beautiful kitsch. Some really nifty art as well. At a store called Pop Art there was a beautiful and completely awesome glass bust made up of holes. There were also some paintings by the background artist of Disney's, Eyvind Earle (?), who worked on the backdrops for Sleeping Beauty, and the like. Those paintings were good. I liked them immediately, then, upon closer inspection, thought they were a bit kitschy, then saw them from a distance and was impressed again, then saw them again a couple days later and was still impressed. They were nice. ( More descriptions of art I saw )
Oh, and the Lego store where you can buy legos by the cup full, with lots of bins organized by type and color! That was pretty darn cool too.
Oh, if only DH and I were rich. Then I would buy myself two houses, one modern and sleek where I could display all the modern art and sculpture I like, and the other more traditional, where I'd live most of the time, and surround myself with beautiful objects d'art that aren't as edgy. And then I could go on vacation more often, and with less of an excuse than a family reunion.( Snape's Journal )