Literally...... On my birthday in January, Scott surprised me with a special treat. I could choose to go with him to either Chicago or DC after tax season for a long fun weekend. Afraid of running into Obama and his
possies, I gladly chose the Windy City. So, on April 14
th, I said "
hasta la vista baby" to my last tax return and began packing up. We were going to drive to Birmingham Wednesday night and wake up and meet my parents in
Clanton at 8:30am to drop off the kiddos. At 9pm Wed. night I tell Scott to check the tickets to make sure we were all set. Scott had made most of the plans for the trip since I was so busy with work. We then discovered that our flight didn't leave at 1pm (in Huntsville) as we
originally thought, it left at 11am. At this point I am physically and emotionally drained, and I just tell Scott we might as well cancel the trip because I am not able to drive all
throughout the night to drop the kids off with my parents and I hated to make them drive through the night to meet us 1/2 way. (Seriously, am I 90???) I think he at this point wanted to drop me off with my parents and take the kids on a trip.... Anyway, Mom tells me to ditch my pity party and get in the car and meet them 1/2 way. Long story longer, we agree and at 1am we meet mom and dad in a parking lot off the interstate in
Prattville. The kids were sound asleep, but Eli woke up as we put him in dad's car. As they pulled off, he sleepily looked at me and blew me a kiss, and I just lost it. Needless to say, Scott is really pumped up about our trip at this point.... We woke up early the next morning to get on the road to head back to the airport in Huntsville. I didn't feel so great, but decided to be in a better mood. That lasted until the
Lakeshore exit when I asked Scott to pull over so I could throw up. Nice. Threw up again a little later and thought the trip was over. We rushed home, I popped a nausea pill, rushed back to the airport, hopped on the plane, made it to Memphis without puking, felt better, ate a potato, kissed Scott, flight cancelled to Chicago-- maintenance, got on another flight, made it to Chicago, oops- our luggage didn't, went to dinner, back to hotel, changed into my complimentary Delta t-shirt and brushed teeth with complimentary "toothbrush", went to sleep, woke up next morning, bags in lobby, and the rest is
happily ever after.....
Windy day in the windy city...
My most patient friend......
My motto for the trip.....
My kids have the laugh part down on this one---- the others are works in progress...
Tulips were EVERYWHERE. It was beautiful!
Outside our hotel.
Happy Amy.
Happy Scott. (promise)
Abram Falls- and forget about a good family photo after a 2.5 mile hike up....
My favorite little boy
My favorite big boy
1st day of make-up
"I feel pretty, oh so pretty." Now... giddy up.... (Dollywood)
Seriously, does this quack go any faster????
Sisterly love
WAKE UP!
Caroline, I would be scared too....
We made it!!
Meeps
Peeps
The Chimney's
Cookies.... I see cookies....
Oh yeah... who just hiked 5 miles.....
Watch out lady friends...
Literally...... On my birthday in January, Scott surprised me with a special treat. I could choose to go with him to either Chicago or DC after tax season for a long fun weekend. Afraid of running into Obama and his possies, I gladly chose the Windy City. So, on April 14th, I said "hasta la vista baby" to my last tax return and began packing up. We were going to drive to Birmingham Wednesday night and wake up and meet my parents in Clanton at 8:30am to drop off the kiddos. At 9pm Wed. night I tell Scott to check the tickets to make sure we were all set. Scott had made most of the plans for the trip since I was so busy with work. We then discovered that our flight didn't leave at 1pm (in Huntsville) as we originally thought, it left at 11am. At this point I am physically and emotionally drained, and I just tell Scott we might as well cancel the trip because I am not able to drive all throughout the night to drop the kids off with my parents and I hated to make them drive through the night to meet us 1/2 way. (Seriously, am I 90???) I think he at this point wanted to drop me off with my parents and take the kids on a trip.... Anyway, Mom tells me to ditch my pity party and get in the car and meet them 1/2 way. Long story longer, we agree and at 1am we meet mom and dad in a parking lot off the interstate in Prattville. The kids were sound asleep, but Eli woke up as we put him in dad's car. As they pulled off, he sleepily looked at me and blew me a kiss, and I just lost it. Needless to say, Scott is really pumped up about our trip at this point.... We woke up early the next morning to get on the road to head back to the airport in Huntsville. I didn't feel so great, but decided to be in a better mood. That lasted until the Lakeshore exit when I asked Scott to pull over so I could throw up. Nice. Threw up again a little later and thought the trip was over. We rushed home, I popped a nausea pill, rushed back to the airport, hopped on the plane, made it to Memphis without puking, felt better, ate a potato, kissed Scott, flight cancelled to Chicago-- maintenance, got on another flight, made it to Chicago, oops- our luggage didn't, went to dinner, back to hotel, changed into my complimentary Delta t-shirt and brushed teeth with complimentary "toothbrush", went to sleep, woke up next morning, bags in lobby, and the rest is happily ever after.....
Windy day in the windy city...
My motto for the trip.....
My kids have the laugh part down on this one---- the others are works in progress...
Tulips were EVERYWHERE. It was beautiful!
Outside our hotel.
Happy Amy.
Happy Scott. (promise)
