I know we have been to Omaha and Lincoln a number of times and even out to Denver once as a family, but our trip last week to The Outer Banks of North Carolina is what I am calling our first family vacation and not only a vacation but an adventure, an adventure in parenting.
First off I must say, my lead-in makes it sound like the trip was horribly stressful but honestly it was the complete opposite, I just like to be clever before I put in a page break.
This was the first time we took Elena on a plane and since Elena is our first child we really had absolutely no idea what to expect. We did not buy her a seat so she was what to industry calls a “lap child”. Those of you who have person experience with Elena know that she is not a “lap child” she is more of a “try to climb over your shoulder and off the backside of the chair child” so we were concerned that it could be interesting. Elena did great though, I think the timing of the flight helped, as they were fairly in-line with Elena’s normal nap time, though they were much longer than her normal naps so at the end of the flights out there she spent a good amount of time on the floor at Gillian’s feet…I think that is safe, right? Unfortunately on our return trip Elena came down with a fever. She ended up sleeping nearly the entire day, so the travel was easy but we both felt really bad for the poor girl. Don’t worry she is fine now.
Anyway, enough about the actual traveling. Ok one more thing, we rented a Kia Forte…total shitbox.
Now, did I mention we were staying in a huge beach house with a pool, hot tube and direct access to the beach? Yea, it was pretty sweet. The house was great and we enjoyed the time with family just catching up, it had been years since I had seen some of my cousins. We really didn’t do anything exciting, we played on the beach, played in the pool and just relaxed.
We did celebrate a belated birthday for Luke and an early birthday for Elena…it was a mess!
The trip went way too fast and we were even the last people to leave the house on Sunday morning, which happened to be my first Father’s Day, which I spent mostly in airports with a sick child, I guess that is fatherhood.
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