Disneyland

Jason's birthday ended with me throwing up. 

 Lovely.  

In my sick state I still had to pack and get everything ready for the morning.  Around 10pm we all went to bed.  We were hoping to leave around 5am.  Around 11pm I heard a thud and door slamming and ran out in the hall only to find Graham throwing up.  

Great.

Jason and I sat down and tried to decide what to do.  We had a 10 hour drive ahead of us Graham and I were throwing up and Grandma Pam who was going with us was also sick.  We couldn't cancel our trip or reschedule without losing out on all the money we had paid.  We decided to go back to bed for 5 hours and then see how everyone felt.  4am rolled around all too soon but no one had thrown up since 11pm so that was a good sign.  I still felt terrible and Graham had fallen asleep in the hall by the bathroom (we realized that Graham's throwing up came from his excitement for the trip.  Thank goodness).  Jason and I talked and talked about what we should do and all our options.  We were worried that he and Jonah still hadn't had this seemingly very contagious flu and what if they caught it next.  We said a prayer and felt like we should try and go.  We thought we would drive to St. George and if all was well then we would go on to Vegas and if everyone was still ok we would continue on to CA and then we'd just take it one day at a time.  

So we start putting things in the car and waking up the kids and I feel so terrible still that I can't eat or drink anything.  We finally get all loaded in the car and Jason turns the key and we just hear that clicking sound telling us our battery is dead.

You have got to be kidding me.

Jason quickly pulls the other car out and jumps the car.  It starts and we head over to get Pam.  We don't turn the car off for fear it won't start again.  Then we start driving with barf bags in hand, disinfectant wipes nearby, and hand sanitizer by the gallon.  

We had bought a rack for the roof of the car so that we would have enough room but by the time we got to Cedar City we had already gone through a tank of gas with the extra lag.  By the time we got to St. George we were done with the rack and stopped at mom and dad's place ditched it in the garage and shoved all our bags into the back of the car and then headed off again.  By now I was feeling good enough to drink my Gatorade.  We made it to Vegas and had lunch and Pam and I were even able to eat a little something. 

 Nothing short of a small miracle.

The rest of the drive was uneventful minus the part where the Chex Mix went flying all over the front of the car.  We arrived in Anaheim at dinner time and had been eagerly awaiting the chance to eat at the Chicken Pie Shop again.  It's this random little diner like place that serves chicken pot pie among other things.

We stopped by Disneyland on the way to the hotel and got our tickets and met up with Chelsea and her family who were going to the park with us.  We decided to stay at the Fairfield Inn on this trip and it worked out great.  The 3 boys easily shared the pull out bed and Lucy's pack and play fit too.

Pam and I still weren't feeling fabulous but we were so thankful to have made it there and that no one else had gotten sick.  Although, one of Chelsea's girls had thrown up that morning and back in Delta the flu was going through Tiff's family too and Britt's had even gotten it.  YIKES!