We look forward to this trip to the mountains every year. The boys marked every day on the calendar, and couldn't wait to go to bed every night so they could mark off the next day in the morning. (that's a miracle--I should probably always have something we're counting down toward so they go to bed).
I should mention, I was not blessed with travellers. They're good for about 30 minutes before my eldest turns three shades of car-sick green and my little energyball boy is coming out of his skin.
This mountain adventure always asks quite a bit of the little guys: 2 hour drive to the airport, 2 hour flight, and 2 hour drive to the cabin. But the excitement and anticipation helps dissipate their discomfort. Early Tuesday morning, I drew our customary map...with all the steps--the various car rides and airport stops (security, baggage claim, etc). We were ready.
He still uses a paci sometimes and we eat McDonalds. Welcome to our life :)
We got to the airport and these boys were READY! Kiss dad goodbye, and we're off. I'd like to take a second and raise a glass to this new season I'm in called "Older Kids." Flying alone with them used to be....challenging, I'll say. It's awesome. They bring 1/2 the stuff and roll their own bags. I miss so much about the little years, but I am truly enjoying this time of being their pal without being the bag-handler, sing all the nursery rhymes lady.
See those cute shoes with the ninja turtle socks? I bought those ONE DAY BEFORE we flew out. Guess when he lost them? The next day, the day we travelled.
Moms. Can I get a holla? Is this not so typical of a 5 year old busy boy? Of course they were brand new for the first time--NOT a hand-me-down from big brother. Of course they were.
We made it through the flight, ate our customary chinese in the Denver airport, and packed up for the long ride to the mountain house.
I don't have any pictures of this car-ride because it was truly terrible and I was in 100% mom-mode. It's the first time we've ever taken the afternoon flight and found ourselves smack in the middle of Denver 5pm traffic. The 2 hour drive turned into 4 hours with 3 stops for my eldest to dry heave on the side of the road.
I can't shake the memory of his little eyes, fearful and exhausted, staring into mine pleading to not go any further. There is nothing harder as a mom than when we can't make it better, when we have to force our kids to keep doing the hard, scary things. It was hard for me to be his optimism because I, also, like a plan and I like things to go exactly as they're planned. We were way off the map I drew, now, and I had to embrace the unexpected. NOT something I'm good at. I'm learning.
But mercies are new. We collapsed in our beds at 9:30pm, and the morning rose over the mountains. Thank the good LORD we were here. With no shoes, achy bellies, but we were here.