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Monday, December 5, 2011

A New Thanksgiving Tradition: Flu Dominoes

I have been putting off this post for awhile now because, quite honestly, it exhausts me to even think about it.  And with every passing day, this post that I had written in my head just gets shorter and shorter.  Plus, my sister pretty much covered it.  So here is what I have left to say about our grand Thanksgiving vacation.

First, I lost my mind and decided that it would be a good idea to keep up with our traditional Thanksgiving-three-city-tour-extravaganza, only with Miles in tow (here's 2009 and 2010 part one and two).  Second, we had to buy our flight last minute.  You don't even want to know the grand total for the tickets.  Let's just say no one is getting any presents for Christmas this year.  Third, we booked a non-refundable hotel for our Austin leg of the trip.  

The plan was to fly to Houston the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, drive to Shreveport with my family on Wednesday, drive to Austin on Friday, drive back to Houston on Sunday, fly home on Monday.  Crazy?  Maybe.  But we had beautiful dreams of relaxing surrounded by built-in babysitters.  We had plans to visit some of my best friends.  We had tickets (non-refundable.  again.) to a holiday show in we see in Austin every year.  Michael was ready to hit up the Michigan bar in Austin to watch the Ohio State game surrounded by Michigan fans.  I was ready for bbq.  

But the weekend before all of this was to begin, we went to Michigan for the Nebraska game...

I went to get him out of bed Saturday morning and I saw it:  puke.  He was just recovering from a double ear infection, so I tricked myself into thinking that it was just a side effect.  And then he proved me wrong when he threw up all over me.  For the rest of the day.  After the game, a bunch of our friends stopped by to visit.  An unlucky few held Miles.

Let's just cut to the chase, shall we?  Sunday, Miles takes down his first victim.

Monday, he takes down three more.


The flu was dropping people left and right.  Remember those two unlucky friends I mentioned that held Miles?  Well guess what?  Xs for them, too.  (I'm getting lazy with MS Paint).  A few days later we were all better and flew to Houston, and continued on to Shreveport.  

But while he sat pretending to be innocent in this bucket of balls...

...he was silently taking everyone down...

...because within the next two days...




Anyway.  You have probably figured out how this story ends.  We all get murdered by these two:

No, that's not true.  The rest of the trip basically got cancelled.  Miles, Michael, and I were all healthy as could be, but all of our babysitters were stuck in bed while we were supposed to be on our way to Austin.  We tried to make the best of it with some Tex-Mex (and even dressed Miles for the occasion)...  

...Miles had toys, so he didn't care...

...and Michael got to watch the game exactly how he wanted to: at my parents' house, with me and my sister pestering him, and a kid to look after.


In the end, Miles took down 13 people.  Although, I should say 13 people that we know of.  That's worth mentioning, because our trip started like this:


Oops.

1 comment:

  1. Michigan is about to get a safety in that photo. Kinda awesome.

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