Vacation! Vacation? Vacation.

I love New York. I really do. Many summers were spent running through grass, catching lightning bugs, taking trips to large bodies of water, and enjoying all the sights and sounds of a northeastern summer. We try to take a trip out there once a year to visit family and recapture some of the fun.

This trip tried to undo all of that. From toddler meltdowns to smashing in my face to killer mosquitoes, it took everything in us to salvage the trip. But it makes for a good vacation story. I hope.

Chapter 1: After arriving in Phoenix to catch our flight and standing in line to check our bags, the kind attendant told us, “Your son is missing a shoe.” We retraced our steps only to find the shoe sitting right outside our parked car. We thought we might have a barefoot bandit for the rest of the trip. We laughed it off and went on our way. Max was none the wiser and just happy to cart around his special suitcase (gifted to us by our flight neighbor on the last trip!).

Max ready to fly business class.

Max ready to fly business class.

All in all, flying with Max wasn’t bad. Graeme timed it so the direct flight would be around Max’s naptime and he slept halfway to NY.

Chapter 2: We timed our vacation to coincide with a cousin’s wedding. The ceremony was beautiful and we happy to be there to help them celebrate. We danced and laughed with family, ate lots of food, and chased Maxed up and down hills (read: Graeme). I also had an excuse to get Max all dolled up, but he didn’t necessarily agree. He saw the vest and recoiled in toddler terror.

The matching outfits were a beautiful accident.

The matching outfits were a beautiful accident.

We were able to calm down Max with a bit of playtime and a granola bar.

The granola bar and play bus placated him for a good 45 minutes.

The granola bar and play bus placated him for a good 45 minutes.

The next few days were spent hanging out with family and catching up with everyone. The weather was perfect, the food was great, all was blissful until…

Chapter 3: Three days into vacation I took a nasty spill. Tumbling out of a beach chair, I landed face first into the grass (thankfully no hard desert clay!). My nerd appliances were my undoing. The glasses hit my cheekbone and my mouth was completely cut up by my braces. The entire left side of my face was swollen. It was difficult to talk, eat, or smile.

Taking the smokey eye look too seriously.

Taking the smokey eye look too seriously.

Sidenote: Upon return to Tucson, I followed-up with my dentist and orthodontist. They think the braces actually saved my tooth by keeping it in my mouth…lovely.

Tuesday was spent recovering with ice packs, soft food, and lots of couch time. By the way, the boys love Despicable Me 2.

Chapter 4: Determined to salvage the trip, we planned a date day, beach day, and river boat day. Armed with concealer, brace wax, and sunglasses, I was ready. Graeme was prepared for dirty looks.

Ella's Bellas - celiac friendly!

Ella’s Bellas – celiac friendly!

Graeme and I spent the day in Beacon, NY while Mema watched Max. He loved the little wading pool she bought and they were able to get in some solid bonding time. This gave me and Graeme a chance to soak in the beautiful weather, scrumptious gluten-free items, and Americana atmosphere. Thank you, Mema!

Max loves destroying sand castles.

Max loves destroying sand castles.

Thursday, we headed to Jones Beach for some sun, wind, and sea. Max LOVED the seagulls, sand, waves, tidepools, chicken nuggets, buckets…basically, everything. I had never been to Field 6, as we typically head to Gilgo, but the boardwalk and shops were a fun change of pace and waves were huge!

A Hudson River Cruise on the Rip Van Winkle

A Hudson River Cruise on the Rip Van Winkle

On the past two trips to NY, we wanted to take a cruise along the Hudson River. It never really worked out, so we were determined this year to do it. We were supposed to go earlier in the week, but that day was spent towards recovery. No way was anything going to stop this cruise with our newfound post-injury determination.

Not even a bridge detour, magician, or DJ. Apparently, in our haste to make the best of the trip, we ended up on the Kid’s Tour – one of two for the entire year. There were bunnies, magic tricks, and 30 kids. You know what though? I don’t care. That trip was glorious.

Hudson River.

Family.

Robust snack bar.

I’m in.

It was perfect. We sat. We laughed. We enjoyed the breeze. We followed it up with a fun river side lunch at Mariner’s Harbor.

Kingston, NY: Post-cruise, pre-lunch with Mema and Pepa.

Kingston, NY: Post-cruise, pre-lunch with Mema and Pepa.

Chapter 5: The trip home was almost as easy as the trip to NY. Max napped and watched movies. We drank wine and ate cheese. We recounted all the fun things we were able to do and how great it was to catch up with everyone.

Trip officially salvaged.

Suck it, clumsiness. Thank you, Mema and Pepa!

 

2 comments

  • Cousin Trish,
    You are an inspiration to me and you are a beautiful person! What a pull-through.
    New York will never be the same. I think a sit and do nothing vacation in the Carribean might be in your future.

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