Well, Lydia’s case of Hand Foot Mouth coupled with Drew telling us his “brain hurt” at church which led to him running a temperature as well did not lend itself to good vacation preparations. But, we managed to get everything (almost everything. Mark says packing for a family vacation is more like moving) together and in the van. Not 20 minutes into the ride, Drew threw up (though me, super mom, saved the day by getting it all in a ziploc bag. Mark, happily driving, didn’t even know Drew threw up!). But, regardless, it actually turned out to be one of our better trips in the car. Drew does seem to have a very mild case of Hand Foot Mouth himself–but it isn’t stopping him one bit really. He had a temp still last night, but tylenol brings it right down and he’s eating and playing normally (well, normal for Drew!). Lydia is ions better than she was and is eating more and taking her bottles. AND, she slept through the night last night for 12 hours. Phew!
Right after I took this one on Mark’s Blackberry (no way I’m taking my good Canon out in the sand!), Lydia put a dead sand crab covered in sand in her mouth and started to chomp down. Perhaps it reminded her of Chinese cuisine like fried scorpions? Ick!
Though crab and sand eating she did without a second thought, she wasn’t so keen on the water. Perhaps the fact that it felt like ice water had something to do with it. But, she did seem a bit scared of the crashing waves. Maybe by the end of the week, she’ll be a regular beach bum.
Ash, Evan, and Drew loved showing her everything on the beach: “Look, Lyds, Look Lyds, this is a shovel. You do this with it.” Now, Lydia is sleeping and the other 3 are watching a movie in their bedroom. I’m finishing this post and looking forward to a nap while Mark starts Prodigal God. Bet he’ll be asleep within 30 minutes–no offense to Tim Keller.