Psyche. We just got back from our vacation to Rexburg. We now vacation to Rexburg–wow. We came home a day early so that we can have tomorrow to vacation from our vacation. If you need a vacation from vacation, then usually something didn’t go exactly as planned. It’s true: 9 days in Rexburg is just too long. And if our minds couldn’t figure that out, by day 5 our bodies started rejecting the place. We have all arrived home ill.
But before the runny noses, stuffed noses, coughs, sore throats and headaches set in (and a little bit after all that set in) we enjoyed the rodeo, sharing a full-sized bed (maybe just I enjoyed being so close), eating out at Rexburg’s new chinese restaurant that’s NOT Fong’s and IS delicious, a little jamba juice, seeing my sister from Mexico, laughing hysterically to the tune of Jim Gaffigan, seeing my incredibly pregnant sister ready to pop (don’t miss that feeling), visiting my oldest sister in the middle of nowhere (hello Arco, Idaho), my nephew’s baptism, hot-tubbing, game boards, bocce, family pictures, shopping, the Bar J Ranch in Jacksonhole, and 4 hours of Chris’s family reunion before we all felt too sick to go on.
Traveling takes a lot, nay, TOO MUCH now. It’s stressful, especially on Greta. She hasn’t slept for a week and neither have I. Chris got some shut-eye thanks to NyQuil. Overall, it was great to see some family but I am happy to be back home. Isn’t that always the way? I am in no hurry to pack our bags again. I am at peace in my king-sized bed with my Papa Murphy’s deLite pizza and my baby sleeping in her own room. *crossing fingers on the sleeping part.*
You girls are GORGEOUS…and you are all identical I sweaaaaaaar.
Greta is a dream. I want to kiss those cheeks!!!
(and yes….I love that you said that 11 days in Rexburg is too long. That made me laugh!!)