The 3rd M has Spring Break this week, so the 2nd M thought “Why stay home?” And so ensued a plan to escape to the Land of the Mouse. First stop: Hollywood to visit the Sisters…A & K.
To get there the 2Ms needed to take a variety of conveyance…a taxi, a bus, a train, a plane and a car.
The 3rd M was smart and pulled an RTD map from the stand to verify that we were getting on the right bus.
We got in the right bus and we watched a slew of trains and Beep Beeps (construction trucks). Contrary to the humble expression in the photo, this was great fun and a running commentary ensued for most of the trip. “oh wow! A Train…oh wow! a Beep Beep!…”
Gotta call home to tell dad we got to the airport safe.
Who needs a stroller? (hold on kid!)
The 3rd M quickly trained the 2nd M that if she doesn’t carry him, he’ll play dead on the airport floor. Guess who won that battle?
A nice leisurely lunch at Root Down at the airport.
And now we’re on the plane, binkie at the ready! We had some quick, but serious turbulence, which resulted in quite a few screams and babies crying. The 3rd M asked to go back home a few times, but later said he wasn’t scared.
After the initial take off, he shut the window and decided he wanted to chat with his fellow passengers, including the cute blonde six year old a few seats over and the little (and by little, I mean 10 months) brunette across the aisle. After some socializing, he took a nap. (And the 2nd M really thanked herself once again that she still nurses. No ear issues here!)
We soldiered on, getting the car and driving to the restaurant where we would meet A & K.
After FIVE (count ’em…five) pizza slices (seriously folks, I want to point out that was nearly a whole pizza and it’s not like we didn’t have a big lunch and snacks), we decided to burn off some energy in a nearby fountain.
Excellent restaurant location choice, A!
Then it was time to say goodbye and head to the hotel. As the 2nd M told him that we were headed to our hotel, a little high pitched voice from the back of the car said, “No, Back Home.”
Sorry, buddy, we’re not going home for a while….
This is hysterically funny and brought back such wonderful memories of our world travels as the 3 Musketeers, Mommy, 2nd M and G. At age 5, on our first trip to Europe, G was the official luggage pieces counter and the fire exit finder. 2nd M was the navigator and map reader on that trip.