Stan had business in Memphis all last week. We really missed him (especially me). Things had been clipping along at a barely contained simmer for awhile when I decided it was time for a mini-vacation. We took off Thursday afternoon for Bellingham–as Rainbow said, “This must be the place where there are a lot of hams.”
Actually, we didn’t see any hams at all. We really just went up to visit my friend Elizabeth.
But before we saw her, we got to stay in a hotel. The kids were ecstatic.
That’s right–a king-sized bed. Oh, baby–living the high life! I haven’t really wanted a king-sized bed before (especially as I just bought new linens this year) and Stan and I are on the smallish size ourselves. However, when kids climb into bed with you . . . well, let’s just say I’m reconsidering. Besides, king-sized sheets are always on sale. Anyway . . .
I found the hotel online for what I thought was a pretty good deal. Then I noticed the next entry was a king suite with a Jacuzzi tub for only ten dollars more. I was happy to pay the extra $10 and get out of putting my swimsuit on. The kids were happy to swim in the room. It was a win-win.
See the joy:
The next morning after breakfast in the lobby, I told the kids they could get back in the Jacuzzi (Zack kept calling it the “Jazzuki”) while I packed everything up. After turning on the water, I started gathering the bathroom items to put away when I noticed a small bottle of bath and shower gel I had thrown in. “Should we add some bubbles?” I said. Really, though, did I even need to ask?
I headed out of the bathroom and began getting things together and getting Colby dressed. About five minutes later, Eden called out, “Mom, would you come and turn off the jets, please?”
“Just a minute–I’m putting on Colby’s shoes.”
A minute or so passed.
Eden called out again, a little frantic this time, “Mom, please come and turn off the jets! The bubbles are overflowing!”
Sure enough, the jets had given those bubbles a mind of their own, ala Brady Bunch.
WAY more fun than the pool, right?
It took longer to get packed and get the bubbles under control than I expected, but that’s what is so great about a mini-vacation: no schedule. So we took our time and followed my mapquest instructions to Elizabeth’s place.
Here we are, invading/overwhelming her apartment:
Note Colby on the right hand side, screaming his head off. Elizabeth’s mom held him while I took the photo. He doesn’t take too kindly to strangers, that one. Also note the giant exercise ball; all I’m going to say is it’s lucky Elizabeth only keeps viola music stashed in the corner and not expensive vases.
Here’s one where we’ve got a little more camera attention:
She lives in this great old building in downtown Bellingham. Someday, I’d like to walk around and just take photos–but this was NOT that day. Colby, as you can see, was not in the best of spirits. The older kids were really excited to meet Elizabeth and see the pictures they drew for her hanging proudly on her door. Elizabeth even drew some pictures for them, which they were also excited about. We love you, E!