I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we don’t go (much of) anywhere. For some reason (well, there are several), we just aren’t a vacationing sort of family. But recently it was clear that we needed to get out of Dodge for a little while. A condo in Bend for a few days seemed like the perfect get-away. We’ve done it before (and here)…when Lola was just a wee baby. (My kind sister gets us really inexpensive lodging at Eagle Crest through their time-share, and magically there were three nights available in a large three-bedroom condo for this past week.)
Then on Saturday Levi was very sick. He stayed in bed (our bed, under the electric blanket) all day. He hardly even read. Just slept mostly. He had aches and chills. On Sunday the other three started downhill. Leif was lethargic and quiet. Luke didn’t sleep well that night. Lola was very clingy and sad on Monday. But, I figured, if we had to be sick, we might as well be sick in a lovely condo bigger than our house (with two bathrooms—luxury!!).
Our exciting outings were trips to the grocery store for staple items such as shirts (I had forgotten to pack any for Levi), thermometers (Lola was very feverish the first night, and not at all after I bought the thermometer), and sugary cereal (that we never have at home).
Russ did take the boys to the pool a few times, but Lola had to be content with a few dips in the whirlpool tub. She didn’t seem to mind.
Russ and I had been craving dinner at the Tumalo Feed Company. The food was wonderful. Being there with four sick-ish kids wasn’t.
Russ was kind enough to drive me into Bend (and then watch the kids) on Wednesday to finally meet up with Tsh. I was disappointed that we weren’t able to all hang out for an evening, but a chat over tea and hot chocolate was wonderful. I snapped a few head shots for some upcoming publicity stuff.
Russ snapped this picture as we were leaving the coffee shop (eek, it’s me with a celebrity!!):
We packed up and headed home on Thursday. The boys had been begging to play in the snow. We are exciting, fun parents who plan big, awesome things for their kids—so we stopped for 10 minutes at a brake check area on the road home to let the kids get cold and wet and think that they had a great vacation. It was a success.
P.S. Happy SEVENTEENTH anniversary to my favorite man in the world.
Luke had to strip his clothes because he was soaked. And then we drove home, eating cheap sugary cereal the whole way.
Russ and I are going out on an anniversary date this evening, sandwiched in between a sicky vacation and an out of state work trip for him. It’s the good life, I tell ya.