We just returned from our family vacation. My husband was set on going to St. Louis to see his brother, even though it was June and it was VERY hot. Actually, there were heat warnings there and the heat index topped out at 112-116 degrees. Not very relaxing, especially when you have morning sickness 24/7. And LaRue let us -- and everyone else within 200 feet/miles -- know that!
During our trip to the Arch, she screamed ALL the way to the top, IN the top and ALL the way down. Oh, and she screamed while we stood in line. This was done while flailing around on the floor or in our arms throughout most of the 1 1/2 hours. People looked at us like we were aliens. One lady -- an employee at the arch -- asked if there was a problem. Um, duh?
"She's 1," I responded very curtly.
Other people in the first cave we toured were a little more comforting. Her screaming didn't echo like I thought it would. What can I say, she wanted her own stroller and they had us use a different one to go in?
At the second cave, no strollers were allowed. LaRue was fine until we got about 20 feet in to the cave. Again, people were not so friendly. But what do you do?
We'd already spent $50 on tickets. It wasn't like we were just going to leave. And what do you want us to do, beat her?
So, needless to say we did not check out the Cardinals game. Daddy and I both agreed it probably wasn't a good idea to try and contain her for a few hours in the 100+ degree heat. You can see from the picture how wonderfully refreshing the air was.
But despite the weather, we had a great time spending a week away as a family. The house we stayed in was amazing and gave the kids a chance to boat, fish and swim. Too bad the fish thought it was too hot to bite!
