Update Part III: Thursday
This morning my dad took my mom to the airport - she has an inservice day tomorrow or something, and school starts on Monday. (She teaches ESL to adults for the Sacramento school district). While they were gone, I got the kids up and bathed and dressed and semi-fed, and we headed over to the Con to see what was going on. Corwyn thought it was unfair that I had ribbons on my badge and he didn't, so we scoped out all the information tables and bid tables and the freebie tables, and scored a bunch of stuff, including more stickers and ribbons, pens, keychains, magnets, tons of printed information, and even little clip-on koalas from the Melbourne in '09 bid. The Columbus in '08 people in particular were very nice to us, because we told them we were moving to OH, so we were planning to vote for them. I'll have to go do that tomorrow or Saturday. (I think we're going back to Disneyland tomorrow.)
Anyway, Dad got back and wanted to go for lunch, so we grabbed a restaurant guide and went back up to the room. And at this point, kids started falling apart. Nobody knew what they wanted to eat, or even whether they wanted to eat, and my dad wasn't having much luck finding stuff with the restaurant guide, so finally we just stuck everybody in the car and went looking for a restaurant. We found a really great Thai place - Galen (Mr. I'm Not Hungry) loved it, and ate most of my Pad Thai, although he did not like the beef dish we got for him and his brother. The sweet sticky rice with mango (one of my secret vices) was also a big hit with the boys. We ended up bringing the rest of the beef and the rest of my Dad's food back to the hotel with us.
And then we kind of dithered around for a bit. I wanted to go to the beach, but I also needed to call Tom, since I really hadn't had a chance to talk to him in a couple of days. So I told the kids to get their bathing suits on and get ready to go and I went and called Tom. Anyway, I talked to Tom for almost an hour (or so says my dad, I don't think it was really that long), and then my dad started getting grumpy because it was already 3:30 and we hadn't left yet. So I was like, fine, let's go to the beach, and Corwyn decide to throw a fit and insist he didn't want to go to the beach, and he was going to kill himself or us or report us for child abuse or something. So we just got all the stuff together, my Dad carried him out to the car, and we went anyway. (I would have just blown the whole thing off but Galen really wanted to go, and frankly, my dad was starting to really get on my nerves - more on that in a different post.) When we got there, Mr. I-Don't-Want-To-Go-To-The-Beach took off across the sand and was the first person to the water. The boys had a great time splashing in the surf and playing in the sand and so forth.
I really want to write more about the beach - it was gorgeous, and there were a lot of things I saved up to say about it, but I am falling asleep where I sit, and my dad wants to try to get out of here early tomorrow. So I am going to cut this short, maybe write one more thing, and tell you about the beach tomorrow morning or something, if I get the chance.
Anyway, Dad got back and wanted to go for lunch, so we grabbed a restaurant guide and went back up to the room. And at this point, kids started falling apart. Nobody knew what they wanted to eat, or even whether they wanted to eat, and my dad wasn't having much luck finding stuff with the restaurant guide, so finally we just stuck everybody in the car and went looking for a restaurant. We found a really great Thai place - Galen (Mr. I'm Not Hungry) loved it, and ate most of my Pad Thai, although he did not like the beef dish we got for him and his brother. The sweet sticky rice with mango (one of my secret vices) was also a big hit with the boys. We ended up bringing the rest of the beef and the rest of my Dad's food back to the hotel with us.
And then we kind of dithered around for a bit. I wanted to go to the beach, but I also needed to call Tom, since I really hadn't had a chance to talk to him in a couple of days. So I told the kids to get their bathing suits on and get ready to go and I went and called Tom. Anyway, I talked to Tom for almost an hour (or so says my dad, I don't think it was really that long), and then my dad started getting grumpy because it was already 3:30 and we hadn't left yet. So I was like, fine, let's go to the beach, and Corwyn decide to throw a fit and insist he didn't want to go to the beach, and he was going to kill himself or us or report us for child abuse or something. So we just got all the stuff together, my Dad carried him out to the car, and we went anyway. (I would have just blown the whole thing off but Galen really wanted to go, and frankly, my dad was starting to really get on my nerves - more on that in a different post.) When we got there, Mr. I-Don't-Want-To-Go-To-The-Beach took off across the sand and was the first person to the water. The boys had a great time splashing in the surf and playing in the sand and so forth.
I really want to write more about the beach - it was gorgeous, and there were a lot of things I saved up to say about it, but I am falling asleep where I sit, and my dad wants to try to get out of here early tomorrow. So I am going to cut this short, maybe write one more thing, and tell you about the beach tomorrow morning or something, if I get the chance.