Thursday, June 14, 2012

Little trip

We are back from a mini-trip.  I won't say mini-vacation, because as a friend so smartly said, when kids are along, it's a trip, not a vacation.  Isn't that the truth?!

Luke and I went along with Mark on some farm tours.  We got to see some really cool, cutting-edge stuff.  It was mostly fun.  Mostly.

Our hotel room was not fun.  It was way too small.  It contained a king sized bed, but the bed pretty much took up the entire room.  There was a small path to walk around it.  Normally, that would be fine.  With an active toddler?  Not so fine.  Then there was the bathroom.  Weirdest hotel bathroom ever!  There was no tub, and no official shower.  Only a drain in the floor, with a shower head sticking down from the ceiling next to the toilet and sink.  Then, as a "courtesy" (according to the sign), they provided a wooden platform to stand on post-shower to avoid the bathroom flood.  Awesome!

The drive to the hotel was stressful, filled with lots of road construction and traffic.  Dinner was weird -- an entire buffet of food I'd never heard of.  Luke only slept about 2 hours the entire first night.  He ended up in bed with us, thrashing around and needing to plaster his body on top of mine at all times.  Finally, about 2 hours before we had to leave for the day he crashed, and we could barely even wake him up when it was time to go.


Thankfully, things were on the upswing for the rest of the trip.  Luke enjoyed seeing so many cows, tractors, and new sights.  He didn't get any official naps, and the food was again weird, but he did better than I could have expected him to do at his age.  Another wise friend told me to bring lots of snacks, which I did.  Having so many things for him to snack on during the day was a huge lifesaver for when he started to get cranky.

Luke loved to point at the cows :)
My favorite part of the trip -- seeing robotic milkers!  Super cool!

Cutie pie Luke, pointing at cows again <3
After touring 4 farms in one day, we were all exhausted.  We decided to stop at one of our favorite restaurants on the way back to the hotel so we could be guaranteed a good meal.  It tasted so good!  We all literally crashed when we got back.  We were asleep by 7pm, and slept until 6:30am.  We needed it!

I'm glad we went.  It was nice to be around so many farmers.  They are all generally supportive and respectful toward one another, regardless of farm size, farm practices, etc.  I enjoy surrounding myself with open-minded, accepting people like that.  As I get older, I don't know what it is, but I find it hard to be around radical people.  I'm sick of all the debates: Big farms vs. small farms; Public vs. private vs charter schools; Stay-at-home-mom vs. work-at-home-mom vs. work-outside-of-the-house moms; Parenting styles; Cloth diaper vs. disposable diapers; Breastfeeding vs. bottle feeding.  Birth plan choices.  I could go on, and on, and on.  The bottom line is, we all live in glass houses.  And we're all just doing our best in life.  Life choices aren't all simply black and white, right or wrong.  No one wants to be judged by others.  There is a way to feel passionate about certain things, and be proud of personal choices/lifestyle without putting others down in the process.  I witnessed that the last couple of days, and it was very refreshing.     I love this quote so much:

The more you love your decisions, the less you need others to love them.    

So true!  Cheers to being back home.  Normal food, comfy bed, spacious home.  Lovely!

Oh, one last thing.  Our special Boomer pup was quite a handful at the boarding facility.  When I picked him up the woman said, Oh Boomer, he is a Boomer!  She then went on to say that he destroyed his sheepskin rug, and was generally bouncing off the walls.  I apologized, but explained that Boomer and our boxer Jazzy spend their days romping, chasing, and playing in the backyard.  Being in a kennel for a few days is tough for a pup.  Poor Boom-Boom.  Here he is with his "summer cut".  All his fluff is gone!



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