Sorry no pictures right now, really just writing here so I can remember our vacation details myself. Anyways, here I am sitting in our Anaheim hotel room with Bria, waiting for Mark and Bella to bring back some In-N-Out burgers! Yummy!!!
So, this past week was challenging. Bella went to the ER to remove a foreign object from her nose (a piece of cardboard) that was lodged up there for well over a week. We only noticed it because of this foul smell coming from her (as her MD describes... like someone died in there) and green slimey mucus (I like to describe that as Heman slime... remember with Skeletor?). Anyways, other than that, that foreign body didn't bother Bella's functioning at all. So it's a good thing that our bodies are designed to tell us something is wrong. Anyways, that let to an ear infection (temp of 101 that wouldn't go away), which led to my sickness, and now sadly Bria's first fever (which Grandma caught just as we were leaving the house for the airport).
Get to the airport and we have a lot of bags. This is our first airplane trip with both girls (Bria's first flight!). I had made Bella a special surprise to give her at the airport... it was a Cinderella roll-on backpack filled with all her favorite types of toys... books, coloring books, toy cars, flashcards, play magnets, and her best friend Dora. So I didn't plan to give it to her until we past the x-ray, but since we had way too many bags than hands, she accidentally saw the bag and wanted to hold it already... which meant, she wanted out of the stroller (Ugh!) So we check in, check in our bags, and head of to the x-ray machines. So I ask Bella to take off her shoes, and that was a no, until she saw me take mine off. I put our shoes through, then my purse, then our liquid/creams/rx and computers, then the strollers, and then it was time.... to put through Bella's special Cinderella bag and best friend Dora. What a nightmare!!! I totally understand that it must be traumatizing for a kid to see her best friend go through a machine, but wow... in just that instant we became... THAT FAMILY... you know, the one with THOSE KIDS... The whole area stopped to see us, the lady checking our x-ray quickly pulled Bella's doll and backpack out of the machine and gave it to Bella before any of our other bags went through (THANK GOODNESS!!!).
So after that, we gather our things, put our shoes on, and unfornately Bella still doesn't want to sit in stroller... so I walk ahead with Bria and Bella walks behind me and Mark behind her. I flight was a little delayed, Bella was just noisy and loud at the airport, but that's ok better there than on the plane. We finally get on the plane (and by the way, some of those AA stewardess are no help at all), thankfully Bella sat in her carseat which kept her in her seat the whole ride (in the past she would stand most of the flight because she had all that extra room to move). The kids were surprisingly good the whole way, just a little tears from Bria which was probably due to ear pain from flight (we never had this problem with Bella because she was always sucking on her paci, but Bria doesn't like her paci too much, so with no suck mechanism, her ears have a greater chance to do that popping thing). The big problem on the plane were the amount of people that failed to shower that day... the smell was AWFUL!!!
So we arrive at LAX, figure out a great way to move around with the kids, strollers, and all our bags, and head off to Alamo Rental (the only 24 hour rental place... how stupid is that?). We get there, have to wait in line to get one more carseat (line was like an hour... felt longer because the girls were reaching that point, esp due to time change and all). Once we checked in, got carseat, then we went outside for another hour long since that only had one driver delivering the car... (again, how stupid is that?) Finally we get our car, and load it up and off to Anaheim we go!
But first, stop at Walgreens to get some things (which I hate going to work on vacation), then we check in at our hotel (which we requesting a non-smoking room with a fridge ... not to complicated, right? WRONG!!!) Get to our room on a smoking floor, smells awful. Bella immediately begins to scratch more than she already scratches, we go back down, and try to get another room. Of course we hear the oh we are fully booked, there won't be fridge (which we absolutey need to store Bria's breastmilk), but maybe we can put you in this room, and then you move tomorrow... blah blah blah.... So the guy asks what we want... to stay in our smoking room with a fridge, or move to a non-smoking room without a fridge and we can store some of our things in his mini-fridge in their office... so I tell him, we'll take the non-smoking room (Bella's allergies would go crazy if we didn't), and I'll store my "BREASTMILK" in his fridge... but wait, what's that... it's 3am and someone didn't show and there room is on a non-smoking floor with a fridge? Sure enough, it's ours now!!! hahahaha....
More on our trip later...
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