Khai has been busy growing out of his clothes, and just like Max, he ends up with highwaters but his pants are still falling down because he’s so skinny. One of the tough things about growing is that the kids have to relearn their bodies; in doing that, they run into things and fall down a lot. A LOT. Evidence:

He has been resting his head on an ice pack while watching cartoons (
Superfriends on
Boomerang!), and has already scored some of the special wheat-free animal cookies because I’m such a sap.
Well, the update on the upstairs bathroom leak is that the plumber could not figure out where the water came from. So, we’re left to rip out drywall and flooring (woohoo!) ourselves; hopefully the leak’s origin will be apparent. Once that’s fixed, we will go about putting things back together, only the bathroom will be much prettier when we’re done.
It seems like I am once again trying to juggle sixtysevenmillioneleven things all at once. I get overzealous in my multitasking. I’m happier when I’m busy, though.
I did finally get the photos from St. Louis tossed into Gallery; it bothers me that they are not color corrected or anything, but hey! I got them uploaded! Easter photos are there, too.
The trip to St. Louis (or SANT Louis, as Khai says it… a result of all the trips to Santa Fe, perhaps?) was fun, and I am so proud of the way the boys handled their first airplane ride. Khai won the coin toss and so got to sit by the window on the way there; Max got it on the way back. They were both a little nervous, but since I’d explained what would happen in excruciating detail, they knew what to expect. Max was practically grinning during the entire take-off, while Khai was more stoic. He planted his eyes straight ahead, and had a very serious look on his face. He refused to look out the window until the plane leveled out, but not once did he whine, cry, or squirm.
Once in St. Louis, we got our rental car and found the hotel. Since it had a full kitchen, it made more sense to hunt for a grocery store than to eat at a restaurant… we lucked out and found a Trader Joe’s nearby. Josh was happy to have real food that night, as eating out so much gets old quickly.
The next day while Josh was working, the boys and I left early for The Magic House. It was PACKED! Somehow, I’d forgotten that some people are off work on Good Friday… and they all showed up at the Magic House. It was one of the best children’s museums I’ve ever been in, and despite some areas being shoulder-to-shoulder full of screaming kids, the three of us had a great time.
On Saturday, Josh was able to join us for a trip to the Gateway Arch. Max & Khai were amazed at the size of it; I was amazed at how long we had to wait in line! It was about 40 degrees and windy, yet there was a 30-minute wait to get into the area under the arch thanks to the security station. We had to go through a metal detector, my purse was searched, Josh and I both had to lift our pant legs up (y’know, because that’s where I hide my weapons), and even though the kids got to keep their coats on, we adults had to take ours off. Yeesh. Anyway. There was a big museum underneath, where Khai took a nap while Josh and Max ran around. Khai and I were going to go up inside the arch, but it takes an hour round-trip and we needed FOOD. Maybe next time.
We drove around quite a bit looking at the architecture; it’s so very different from the Dallas area! It makes everything here look so plain– the buildings in St. Louis have character. Here we have house-fields full of lookalikes that were built to go up fast and cheap.
While it was a pretty short trip, I’m glad we went– and now the boys know what to expect next time we fly. I’m so glad they handled it well since I was (dumb?) brave enough to take them on their first flight by myself.
THE END.