Ok so last weekend i went to Utah. It was great and all but so not a vacation. We just did too many things and not enough relax time. Plus traveling with a baby is not the funnest thing in the world to do.
On Thursday i flew in and the flight was fine except for the part where Elijah decided that he was going to throw up everything i had fed him when we landed. It was everywhere. And escially in places that i did not want it. To say the least i looked like i had wet my own pants.
Anyways, we then had the baby blessing and we flew home. To say the least this was not a vacation. Traveling with a baby is one of the hardest things that i have probably ever done.
i know this post is late but my life has been crazy.