So, we had had a really great trip, but we were also ready to head home. Bart and I ended up getting the stomach flu before we could leave Utah. The flight home wasn't very much fun, to say the least. Bart was with Cole, 10 rows in front of the girls and I. Fortunately, I was blessed with an angel in the form of a young man in his early 20's. James was incredible and helped me a great deal with Sadie and Jayda, especially since I wasn't feeling great. To make a long story short, we endured what was later described by one of the flight attendants as "the worst landing he had ever experienced in 20 years on the job" and an episode involving a fire truck and 2 ambulances. Needless to say, we were grateful to pull into our driveway.
Thinking that all the excitement had ended, we eventually put the kids to bed and headed there ourselves. No sooner had we layed down, we heard a shout from Cole. As Bart raced to Cole's room, I heard a sound that could only be described as trouble. I entered to find that Cole had vomited from the top bunk. The mess had landed in a huge heap in the middle of the floor, splattering onto everything in sight. We spent over an hour scrubbing the flour and wiping down every surface in the room, including almost every book in the book shelf. Not only that, the rag that Bart used to scrub the floor, stained the carpet green, which we didn't noticed in the semi darkness (Sadie slept through the whole thing) until it was to late. Even a run to Home Depot the next morning to rent a carpet cleaner didn't solved the entire problem.
So, we have promised ourselves no more trips and no more kids. ;) Welcome home!
