Showing posts with label Road Trip. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Road Trip. Show all posts

Thursday, December 18, 2014

"Doing Disney", or as we called it, the 2012 Mickey Mouse Spectacular

Our neighbors hopped in the car last week and took off, heading straight south to sunny Orlando to "Do Disney." Watching them pack and plan all week, it of course caused us to remember in fondness our family Disney trip from 2 1/2 years ago.  Except RJ of course.  He was stuck inside a uterus.

Let's rehash in pictures ('cuz that's way more fun!)

If you don't care about our trip, and just want to see our planning and tips, skip to the bottom, where I have our bullet-point list of our family-friendly tips that worked wonderfully for us.

Sleepy Riley.  Strapped in to a nice, second-hand van seat that we picked up from the junk yard... just...for...this...ride! 

Let me explain... we cleaned out Roger's entire work truck, shelves and all, and CONVERTED it into the coolest, hippest, phattest cross-country (or down-country?) ride EVER!!

Big kids riding in style.  And yes, they are still in seat belts.  More fancy junk yard van seats so everyone has room to stretch.  Roger makes a make-shift table with Mom-requested cup holders.  The utility bucket is multi-functional - trash can, potential barf-catcher, etc. 

So, as awesome as converting your work truck into your RRV is (that's Roger-Recreational-Vehicle), once you get on good 'ole I-95 South, you run into a problem.  Truck weighing stations.  Do we go?? Do we not go??  They don't know we have our family in the back!  Are we a truck?  Are we a - aww, heck, we have no idea!!  We don't wish to get chased and pulled over and searched and the whole nine yards, so we dutifully enter each open weigh station ALL THE WAY DOWN.  Mostly we immediately get the green light, as we are pretty much on the smaller side anyway.  Some have a guy in a booth that asks us what we are carrying.  "Ummm... kids?"  Roger responds.  I shrink down in my seat, as I am now convinced we are going to get raided for smuggling children.  The guy shrugs.  No raid.  Phew.  On we go! 


21 hours later, we stop in Jacksonville, FL to see some friends.  Riley feels the ocean on her toes.  The CLEAN, blue, pretty ocean in Florida.  Not the gray, dolphin-killing, stinky New Jersey kind we have near us.

  Stay still, look directly INTO the sun, and keep the wind out of your hair.  Yeah, right!


We maximize our time with our Jacksonville peeps for a day, and roll down to Orlando... in the middle of the night.  We shout to the kids, but no one moves.  Oh, well - Hi Mickey, we're here!

 When we pulled up to the gate, at 12:30AM mind you, the guard asks, which building are you working on?  It takes us a minute before we recall that we are driving a huge box truck with our company name on the side... we sheepishly explain that we're loaded with kids and that we're guests at the resort.  

This is us parked next to the cool triple-door Stretch Truck.  We're not sure how they park at the grocery store, or anywhere else for that matter.  We looked it up, (http://www.customautosbytim.com/) you have to own an Excursion and a F250, which we do, and then send it down to (where else?) Texas, and they will put them together for you for a cool $30K.  Umm , yeah, I think we'll stick with two trucks... 

We're staying at a Wyndham Resort, because the points are already paid for.  We have a 2 bedroom unit with full kitchen, laundry, dining area, living room, and balcony that overlooks the 6... yes, 6... giant pools that are in the courtyard of their 6 buildings.  It is not "inside" Disney, like so many packages sell, but Wyndham is smart enough to offer their own shuttles and match most of the other services that tourists look for in the packages.  We don't feel like we missed out at all, in fact, when waiting in our small Wyndham shuttle line and looking at the throngs of people waiting in the regular Disney resort shuttle lines, we were happy to be staying a bit removed from it all.


Mom makes obligatory Mickey pancakes in the morning.  

By staying at an outside resort, with a full kitchen, we also saved a lot of time and money by making breakfast every morning (except one obligatory character breakfast, right?), packing our lunches to eat inside the parks most days, and cooking dinners every night. We didn't have to reserve all of our meals ahead of time, or stand in line, or worry about getting somewhere on time, and we also didn't end up eating processed restaurant food all week.  Non-perishables we bought at Costco and took down with us, like pancake mix, bread, and some side dishes.  Unfortunately, Roger had to brave the local Wal-Mart around 8pm on our first night after the parks to get the rest of our shopping list.  He said it was ridiculous, and sent me pictures of children literally sleeping on the bottom rack of the shopping cart as they were so whooped from Mouse Fun.

From my hours and hours of pregnant-bellied computer research regarding Disney, we learned that it's never best to try to get on the first shuttle of the day.  We also felt no burning desire to be first at the gate, run in and be first at....well, anything.  Heck, it was May.  It really wasn't that crowded.  That's why we picked May, after Spring Break and before June.  So, we got up, ate pancakes and bacon every day, and then went on our merry way. 

Day #1 - ready to roll! Since we had a 1-yr-old, we brought a stroller.  We were sure the 6- and 8-yr-old's could walk.  And they did.  But, oh, the number of giant children we saw in strollers...!  

Good sneakers and hats were mandatory to bring, but we didn't go heavy on the sunscreen.  We'd put on some, but also let our bodies naturally adjust to the sun gradually as the days went by.  We borrowed a fanny pack to keep cash and essentials strapped to me, we had an insulated, zippered cooler bag to carry snacks, water and lunch, plus a backpack with ponchos, baby gear, etc.  Having the stroller made it easy, as everything stayed in the basket.  If we went again with older kids, I'm sure everything would fit into just one backpack.  No need to overdo it.  

Disney is not a place to be concerned with your appearance.  Comfort is the key, hence why I am clearly leaning on the stroller handles for support.  I was 29 weeks preggo with RJ at the time and fighting extreme low blood pressure (translate to fatigue!) daily.

Animal Kingdom was our first stop.  Again, someone (ahem...me...) insanely researched things like best and worst days, and cross-contaminated that with statistical averages per time of year.  I had a whole binder full of charts and print-outs to tell us which place to go when.  Add that to the Disney Wait Time App, which gives you user-input real-time wait times for each ride or event in each park, and we never waited more than 20 minutes for any one thing.  The Park Hopper ticket option allowed us some freedom in coming and going, definitely worth the extra bucks.  With young kids, we'd put in half a day at that day's park, wait until after the naptime shuttle-rush (which is12 noon to 1pm when everyone else decides to go back), eat our packed lunches in the park, then head back around 2 or 3pm.  We'd all lay down and nap.  It was glorious.  Then we'd make a simple dinner (we opted for such simplicity that I even allowed Hamburger Helper to touch my table... .blech!!, and it came with a warning that it was only happening this once and never again...) and then we'd head back to the park, at about 6:30ish, when yet another round of folks were calling it quits and leaving.  The timing really did give us a lot of freedom to enjoy everything without throngs of people.


At times when the shuttle was mostly empty, we just rolled Riley right in in her stroller.  This stroller, which is still in use today to contain RJ when necessary, is affectionately called "the Disney Stroller."  We bought it specifically for the Disney trip.  Our criteria were: lightweight (to carry on shuttles), inexpensive (in case it got stolen), hardy (to weather all that walking around), big basket (to carry our cooler bag and backpack), and easy, one-handed fold (for quickness when loading the shuttle - which it does marvelously!).  I got this at Babies R' Us, the Graco Lite Rider Odyssey, for $70.  This thing is not the prettiest, or fanciest, or most modern thing out there, but it did exactly what we needed it to. 

And there it is, Magic Kingdom!  Day Two, our Jacksonville friends made the trip down to see Mickey's World with us this day.  Sorry for my half of a shirt, but it was flippin' HOT for my pregnant self down there. 

We deliberately did not take a whole lot of pictures while in the parks, as it's more of an experience to remember and feel and talk about than to spend your time reaching for your camera (or phone) and take shots of every little thing you see or do. But here's the White Rabbit from Alice in Wonderland... we got our picture with him, because no one else was waiting.  We weren't going to do lines for character pics, and who cares about the White Rabbit?  I mean, really....

Riley gets a lift from Dad to watch something interesting happen to the castle. 


Shuttle ride, Day 3, maybe?

Obligatory Epcot Ball picture. 

Virtually no line in Epcot for character shots, staged as they are, we didn't wait long at all, and wanted to see Riley's reaction to Mickey.  

Ummm, where is the shuttle?  Moms reads schedule wrong.  There is a first time for everything, I guess...  :)

Riley looks a little nervous riding the boat in It's a Small World.  If you're curious, my shirt says "I'm FAT because I'm pregnant, what's your excuse?"  A LOT of people and Disney staff told me they loved my shirt, and looking around while down there, I couldn't imagine why... yeah, sarcasm, lots of it.

I don't know where we were, but I just wanted to say, Baby Wraps are awesome!  This is a custom-made Mei Tai from Etsy.

Did I mention our resort also had its own Lazy River?  How flippin' fantasmic, right?  There's Chase in the center.  He just rode and rode and rode.  We did make sure to enjoy the amenities at the resort at least one day.  

Kids' Splash pad also, right outside our door practically.  

Don't like pregnant chicks in bikinis?  You are in the wrong place! 

Hollywood Studios and the Indiana Jones Stunt Show.  Ahhh, my childhood memories - this was one of my fave things, then and now!

One morning while everyone else was cooking, or doing laundry, or whatever, I turned around to find... this... Riley had gotten herself up onto the high stool, in the swim tube, and was checking out the resort map. 

Ry in the pack-n-play.  We just brought our own, since we had the room in the RRV and didn't want to get stuck in case the resort was all out (it's happened to us before!).  We brought Mickey stuff from home so we weren't tempted to pay the ridiculous touristy prices for stuff down there.  Toys R' Us and even the Dollar Tree had plenty to choose from, as well as Wal-Mart.  Mom wrapped up things like Disney drinking cups, small stuffed animals, keychains, and other trinkets, and the kids got to find one small present every day after the parks.  Sure was cheaper than shopping down there!  We see no reason to spend more than you have to, EVER, no matter what your budget.

Our last day in the parks, we went back to Animal Kingdom for our one character breakfast.  Mom had researched the crap out of this, too (I know you're surprised...).  Safari Breakfast at the Tusker house was tops for quality of food for the price.  Price-wise, it was about medium range for character meals. We chose breakfast so we wouldn't have to stop our day and wait for entrance, pictures, etc, plus we would all be good and fresh in the AM.  Tusker House also offered a great variety of foods, including African food (delicious!) and we liked that, too.  Many, many sites claim the Princesses can't cook, plus they're the most expensive, and we're not that into them, anyway, so all those deer-in-headlights parents can keep their costly dates at Cinderella's Castle, dragging their over-dressed toddler in her itchy dress and tripping shoes away from the rides and into a crappy meal.




Mid to late May is an excellent time to visit Disney, as it is not only low crowds, but there are baby animals everywhere!  Riley especially loves watching the ducklings that lingered around picnic tables throughout all the parks.

On the last day, after a half day at Animal Kingdom, we went back to Magic Kingdom after naps to ride our faves.  We stayed for the Electrical Parade, and as it was wrapping up and the Castle was doing cool color things, we left.  We walked right past everyone, got out just as it ended, and got on the ferry.  The fireworks began, and as everyone lined up around the park strained their necks to see, we watched it free and clear from the boat as it left the dock.  It was awesome! And we totally didn't get stuck in the exit crowd, which was just as awesome.

So to rehash the details, here's a bullet point version:

  • Go in January, after all the Christmas ridiculousness, or go in May, the week after Spring Break.  Check online for special events, like Star Wars weekend, or other similar things that will make it crowded. You will be able to actually experience the Parks with your family, and not have to wait in crazy lines. 
  • Personally, I'd recommend to everyone to skip staying within Disney.  A lot of it is overdone, over-priced, and you can have an equally or even more enjoyable time a bit removed from the hubbub.  Do find a place that is not more than 15 minutes away, and has a shuttle that runs all day.  Make sure to have a suite, with a place to cook and do laundry.
  • Skip the meal plan. It's just a hassle, and would you ever voluntarily feed your family processed crap for an entire week at home?  So why do it just 'cuz you're on vacation?  Does that make sense?  Hey, we're here to have fun, let's fill our bodies with stuff that's going to make us feel terrible.  Plus, you lose a lot of freedom by having to stop and eat at certain times.  Save yourself the stress of having to be somewhere on time. 
  • Do your research.  www.undercovertourist.com and www.mousesavers.com were the two places I found to be the most helpful.  
  • Skip Downtown Disney, unless you are actually there to shop.  I would say it's partially kid-friendly.  The LEGO statues are cool to see, but it's mostly shopping and restaurants.  We were bored, and will skip it next time. 
  • Bring your packed lunches and snacks with you.  It is not difficult to pack some cut up fruit, sliced cheese (not packaged), some nuts or granola, yogurt, and other healthy things with you.  It is such a time and money saver.  Trust me, the parks are getting enough money from you just to get in the door!
  • Shop locally at home prior to your trip for small Disney-themed items to give your kids while there, so you can avoid the overpriced tourist traps. 
  • Relax!  And enjoy.  We really wanted to do both of these things, which is why we put so much time into planning when to go, and what to do on which days.  Our effort paid off, with a low-crowd time of year, great deals on tickets, eating healthy, and most of all, having fun!









Friday, August 1, 2014

Sharing Some Awesome Pics...

A little over a month ago we road-tripped (Again??  I know... we love it) to the Smoky Mountains in Tennessee to meet up with some extended family and belatedly celebrate my step-mom's birthday.  We threw two more people in the car with us for good measure - my brother and his wife.  I had all good intentions of making sure some terribly annoying sing-a-long was queued up for right when they got in the car, but we picked them up at 6 in the morning, before I had finished my coffee, so I bailed on my own plan.  Uncle Matt, Aunt Alli and the kids watched a few flics on the 10 hour drive (no side-of-the-road adventures this time!) and slept a lot.

18 of us in all, in one giant cabin that supposedly sleeps 50 (but I only counted 43 sleeping options...).

DollyWood, Zip Lining, White Water Rafting and family dinners were all on the menu, along with a photography session that was gifted to my step-mom by her daughters.  Once there, we threw some creek-exploring and local BBQ, as well as gem-mining for Riley with Uncle Matt and Aunt Alli while the big kids were out zipping down mountains.

Obviously, we were invited mostly for entertainment, as out of the 6 couples, one were the grandparents, two were childless, two had only children, and then there was us - the noisy, ever-moving zoo that took 3 times longer to get ready for EVERYTHING.

As with any vacation, it was way too short, the kids had just figured out a rhythm with the activities offered in the cabin, the hot tub (Indy and Brayden and water guns), the pool table (Chase taking on any contender), the 15-seat movie theater downstairs (Jackson loved this, and Riley watched a few movies down there with him), the kids' log cabin playhouse with the loft on the lower deck, and the outdoor deck for star-gazing at night, making s'mores to the best of our capability in the side of the gas-fireplace.

The photographer was great (http://www.marymasonphotography.com), and the photos rocked.

Here's some of my faves:

In the loft of the playhouse

Cousins

Everyone Jump!

Us

Me, Dad and my lil bro Matt

Everybody

Ry and RJ

Creekin



Tuesday, April 15, 2014

A Texas Road Trip and Food Allergy Fun, Part 2

Fair Warning:  This is continued from a previous topic, see Bumper Sticker Moms and Food Allergy Fun, Part 1 for the beginning.

So we did go and get that blood test on Peanuts, right before we left on our 10-day road trip to Texas for Aunt 'Ria's wedding.  Figured it'd be nice to know, right?  Also on it was the Celiac's panel, and just for shits and twiddles, a test for type of histamine over-reaction type thing.

I went crazy for a few days researching, preparing, separating and marking RJ's food.  Here's pictures of my insanity:


The full spread of packed snacks for everyone else.  Fruit mixed in with the carby-kid treats that we usually don't buy, like Cheetos, BBQ Chips and Peanut-Butter TastyKakes.


RJ's  peanut and tree-nut and gluten-free food is in a separate large lunch tote, in baggies marked with big Sharpie X's.  I feel like an idiot doing this, but if I'm gonna do it, better do it right.  I shop that crazy aisle in the store and try to match up the "look" of the snacks with stuff his sibs are getting so he doesn't feel left out.



We started out on a Sunday morning, 2 bottles of Benadryl and 2 Epi-Pens along for the ride.  


RJ wouldn't eat.  He barely drank anything.  He throws every snack offer on the floor.  Was he just pissed because he wasn't used to the foods that were gluten and nut free?

He fussed a bit, and we thought - wow, this is going to totally suck major ass if he cries like this for the whole trip.

But he didn't.





The DVD player that came with the car, that we didn't want but knew would be FANTASMIC on long road trips, was a lifesaver for the little guys.  Big kids can totally do without movies on the road, even for hours (although you wouldn't think so based on all the moms who pop a movie in for EVERY car ride...).  They can read, do crossword puzzle books, sing songs, listen to music, etc, etc, etc.  But kids under 5 have a much tougher time, a lot in part to due with the fact that they are stuck in one position in their seat.  So, yeah, animated Disney movies especially, are super great for keeping the car quiet and parents functional on long car trips.


We spent our first two nights in Sapphire, NC at a Wyndham Vacation Resort (finally using those racked up points!) that offered Gem Mining on site (see... science... who needs school?)





It had it's own ski hill and lift.  We didn't ski.  We didn't bring clothes for that.  We were trying to get AWAY from the snow.  We hit the indoor pool instead and Rog and I took turns relaxing in the hot tub.



 Later that day, I accidentally ate one of those TastyKake peanut butter cakes that I just KNEW were going to be a problem (meaning I knew I couldn't NOT eat one), so when RJ got up to nurse in the middle of the night, I was ready for it.  Low and behold, he turned red, got benadryl and still yakked all over the place. Throwing up directly after coming in contact with the offensive item.  He throws up only his last intake when this happens, so other chunks, no previous stomach contents, and has no diarrhea.  Just like before. Totally fits with the PB thing, right?  Making sense for a PB allergy, except that he tested negative.





Day 3 we headed further south into Georgia.  Not until we crossed the state line did we actually see grass.  It took 11 whole hours south to get away from the snow.  This was an exciting day as we were meeting Aunt Heidi and cousin Brayden at Legoland:



  

 and then going back to Aunt Heather and Uncle Jim's house to stay over with another cousin, Jackson.  Legoland was small, but fun for Lego-lovers.  We built and raced cars, played in giant Legos, and big kids attended a workshop on how to make the SuperBrick.  My stepsister Heather made an awesome dinner for everyone and Chase and Indigo went to have a sleepover at Brayden's house.

We woke up and prepared for a day at the Aquarium with Aunts Heidi and Connie, Tia (also known as Aunt Chelsea) and Brayden.  Atlanta has a HUGE aquarium with lots of cool and even rare sea animals.

We watched the dolphin show which was a major hit with all of us.  After hours of fun there, the Atlanta locals split off and us Northerners went to visit the Coca-Cola Factory, something I remember doing from my childhood.  It was, of course, totally redone from 18 years ago, but very cool and interesting.  The tasting room was everyone's favorite part, except Riley, who had no self-regulation, as seen below with a yucky-feeling belly.





Day 5 we woke up and learned that 3 of the people we had been in contact with the day prior were sick - some sort of stomach flu it seemed.  We didn't know if they got it from us (although none of us were sick yet) or if we were in imminent danger of the yak-attack.  We said good-bye and thank you and headed on our way - off to New Orleans, a place even I had never been to.

Somewhere in Alabama, Riley decides her belly doesn't feel well.  We put a towel on her lap and keep going.  7 hours from Atlanta to New Orleans.  Flat roads and sunshine.

Riley makes it to right about the state line from Alabama to Louisiana and throws up chunks (including the gummy sharks from the Aquarium gift shop - seriously, those things NEVER digest) all over the towel, her shoes, the car floor and a few board books.  Pull over, clean up, get moving.  She yells again shortly after and we squeeze into the Louisiana welcome center.  She and I run, and she barfs in front of the welcome center door.  It's bright green.  I consider taking a picture for my sis-in-law who loves bright green, but I decide against it as we're out of time.  She barfs a few more times on the way to the bathroom.  We clean up, she says she feels better, and we even manage to snap a picture of all of us with a statue of the state of LA.  Riley's smiling pretty good for just involuntarily giving up her $3.79 gummy sharks.




An hour from N'Orleans, Indigo is lying down... and turning shades of green.

Well guess what, folks?  We'll be ordering in tonight.  No sight-seeing in N'Orleans for this carload.  The girls spend their evening yakking, sometimes at the same time.  Thank goodness we are staying at another Wyndham resort in a two-bedroom, two bath unit. We order the works from the place recommended for authenticity by the front desk crew, since we won't spend any money seeing the town.  Alligator sausage, Fried Catfish Po-Boy, rice and beans, jambalaya, etc.


Seriously, the place was gorgeous.  



The girls obviously don't eat, somehow I manage to enjoy my meal in between jumping up to hold little girls' hair over the can.  New Orleans looks pretty cool from out the window... and it's 78 degrees. 




Riley's belly is empty by bedtime.

I put together the Kid Bags to keep the kiddos busy at Aunt Ria's wedding, which is in two days.  It was easier to pack the ingredients separately rather than the completed bags, that's why I did it a few days in.



I'm whooped.  Hard to go to sleep wondering if the barfers are really done. Indy pukes for the last time at 2:20AM.  She knows it, she says, "I think I'm actually done.  There's nothing left."

5:20 AM Chase comes stumbling in my room holding his stomach and moaning.

Fan-friggin-tastic.

I give him dramamine... not sure if it will work, but worth a shot.  He suffers the car ride to Texas (6 hours) feeling crappy, but never barfs.

Somewhere mid-drive, I got a call from the allergist.  RJ's blood work is NEGATIVE for peanuts (WTF??) and the labs are NEGATIVE for gluten, bacteria, etc, etc - basically anything that could be making him have chronic diarrhea.  So we've got nothing, except that sometimes he reacts. To food. And turns all red. And benadryl makes it better.  So SOMETHING is going on.  She mentions how confusing this all is.  (Honestly, I don't appreciate the thinking-out-loud from my doctor.  If you're confused, can you please keep that to yourself?  I'd like to have a little confidence in your opinion.)  All she can come up with is that he might still be allergic to peanuts, even though the testing shows otherwise.  She changes my follow-up appt to a peanut challenge.  The receptionist then hops on the phone to tell me that my appt will now take HOURS.  Great.  Because my last appt there with him went SO WELL.    

We arrive in the Lonestar State at last.  I text Pat, mother-of-the-bride, and say we're in town but we're not coming near anyone lest we spread the nasties around.  

But we suck at timing, and we run into everyone (I mean, EVERYONE) at the hotel anyway as we check-in, and rudely run away from hugs and smooches.

Saturday morning, day of the wedding, guess who doesn't feel well... ME.  I take dramamine, and feel like a major loop-head all day as we check out the Gulf of Mexico and see some things around town..... like oil factories.  It helps tho with the barfy feeling, and thankfully wears off just as we're getting dressed up for the main event.



We go, the wedding is lovely.  It's pleasant and simple, and beautiful, which is a perfect reflection of Maria.  Jacob is a sweetheart too, they sing to each other during the ceremony and it's really cute.  Somehow Roger keeps RJ mostly quiet.  Head out to the reception.  As I hand out the kid-bags (just bags full of crafts to keep kids busy at weddings) that Maria asked me to put together, the girls I talk to are saying, "Yes, M'am" and "No, M'am".... wow... yeah... I remember this from traveling in the deep south when I was a child.  I mean, my kids are pretty well-behaved, but I gotta get me some of that!!

An hour into the reception, RJ, who's choosing not to eat again (and BTW he's now so skinny that I've made a doctor appt the day after we get back JUST so I can get him weighed on the same scale as before we left) throws green beans on the floor and sticks ONE small piece of pasta in his mouth.

After eating the pasta, Aunt 'Ria comes over to say hi.  "Why is he red?," she says.  Urrgh.  I peer into the dark room to see, and yep, he's red.  30 seconds later he's screaming.  Rog picks him up to try to console him, and he barfs liquid all down the front of both of them.  It's dark enough that no ones else sees, and we run to the bathroom to clean up.  We leave the big kids with family and ski-daddle the heck on out of there.  We did get to eat cupcakes, cuz we did that first (awesome!) and dinner (beef, mashed potatoes, green beans... double awesome).  AND - they had some craft beer there.  Pretty much triple awesome on the food and drink.  

We leave Sunday morning, heading out for our longest drive - 15.5 hours to Seviersville, TN, to another Wyndham.  We really did pretty awesome with our points useage this year! Here's what quiet looks like:



 We picked THIS Wyndham due to the awesome fact that it's connected to the Wilderness resort, which has it's own indoor WaterPark.  Wyndham guests get a wristband and free admission. 


Waterpark was a BLAST.  We rocked it all day.   


Indy on the ropes course outside of the waterpark. 

We order the special from the deli on our walk back to our room, a 42 oz hot fudge brownie sundae.  Skip the nuts, please.  We don't really remember why RJ was so mad about ice cream, but he was.  

The advantages of waterparks are immense.  

Next day, sad to leave the waterpark but knowing we will definitely be back someday, we head out for a 10 hour trip home.  RJ is eating a tad bit better, but just a tad. We haven't had hives since the wedding 2 days prior. 

RJ's weight check appt is early the day after we get home, and his peanut challenge is scheduled 7 days out.  I still think a challenge is silly based on his results, not to mention a waste of my time.  I'm considering just feeding him a peanut while sitting in the hospital parking lot with my Epi-Pen.  Doctors everywhere probably hate my rebel attitude.

To be continued...
Look for Food Allergy Fun, Part 3