We left the house around 6:30 this morning, with sleep still in our eyes, and our daughter still in her jammies. We stopped for coffee, had a granola bar for breakfast, and all was well. We drove through countryside, explaining to Olivia (when she was awake) what oil derricks were, she heard her first freight train horn, and she took a lot of naps. At one point, a rather large bug took one for the team on our windshield... and I could have sworn that J told me it was a frog. Of course, that's not what he said, but he exclaimed that he was rather disappointed, as he could have fried up the legs for dinner. He asked Olivia if she'd like to try frog legs. She said, "We don't eat frog legs, we eat SPIDER LEGS because they're JUST LIKE NOODLES!"
Yuck, double yuck, yuck yuck!!
Ahem.
She just totally cracks us up!
We drove on, we made good time. We were supposed to drive over to Palo Duro Canyon today, but both J and I were having serious stomach issues. I really thought I was going to lose my lunch. And the package of Mike & Ike that I ate. We attempted to grab a bite to eat at Cracker Barrel. I agreed to go along even though I was feeling pretty rocky, because I just wanted to be with my family. I figured I'd eat some eggs or some grits or something, and then I'd feel better. But I was wrong. I couldn't even stand the smell of food. Plus, we had brand new waiter boy on his first day. Here's how it went:
Waiter: Hi. What can I get for you today?
J: I'll have tea, and she'll have water.
O: I want Sprite!
Me: No, you've got your water there. We don't need sprite.
Waiter: So just tea and water?
Me: Yes.
Waiter: Are you ready to order?
J: No, we need a few minutes.
Me: I'd like to see a breakfast menu.
Waiter: Ok
A few minutes pass. Waiter comes back with drinks.
Waiter: Are you ready to order?
Me: No, I'd like to look at the breakfast menu.
Waiter: I'll have that right out. Sir, are *you* ready to order?
J (confused): No, I'll wait for her.
A few minutes pass.
Waiter comes back with breakfast menus.
Waiter: Are you ready to order?
Waiter's Trainer Girl: No, she needs to look at the menu you just gave her.
Waiter & Trainer Girl leave for a minute.
Me:
Needless to say, it didn't go well. I explained to them when they came back that we were not angry and everything was fine, but that I really wasn't feeling well and that we just wanted to go back to the hotel with some food to go. So they went back to get the food.... and then brand-new-waiter-boy-on-his-first-day dropped the food on the floor on his way back to the table.....
We finally got our food and left. We also bought Olivia a dinosaur egg that promises to dissolve and sprout a full-grown dinosaur toy when immersed in water. When we got back, however, we discovered that we hadn't gotten any flatware... :(
After lying down and eating a biscuit from Cracker Barrel, I felt much better.
We tried swimming in the hotel's pool. It's like, 18,000 degrees outside, so I figured it would be warm. WRONG-O! We were chilly in the water! We went to McDonald's in hope of a playground. I'm sorry, I forgot that everyone in Amarillo is over age 49 1/2. So we went back to the hotel and had a bath. I could go on and on about all the little things that Olivia said and/or did to frustrate us tonight, but instead I'll just show you this sweet face.
Despite all the frustrating things she does, she is still very sweet and just a funny, intelligent, and loving little girl.
In closing, although we were so happy that the drive had gone well (and the whole day, really, except for the less-than-awesome experience at the restaurant) we realized that we'd created a monster. It's now after 11pm and she's still.wide.awake.
Lord, help me.
We're gonna try the "let's watch Spongebob" approach and see if it will drive her into a blabber-induced stupor...
(I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready!..... uuurrgh.)
I had a hotel plastic cup full o' wine. I'm thinking I may just pretend to pass out and let J take care of the talkative kiddo that's explaining to her daddy how the pillows will be distributed tonight! Mwahahaha!
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