Summer Vaca....The Departure

On July 26th, 2009...we headed back out to Midway, UT for the summer extravaganza part II. This year we were blessed to be able to hire Court to come with us - to be our nanny for the little turd. There were many things we wanted to do that we knew weren't realistic for a "not-yet-two-year-old". It worked out perfectly for her since her kids were at Grandma's for a couple of weeks...and she was up for the challenge.

On the way to the airport - we stopped for lunch at Arby's. We have found in the past that the "upper management" of Arby's (the shift managers) are unusually power hungry and like to assert their authority.

This particular day...the register boy yelled to the manager (identified by the BLACK polo)..."Do we have chicken tenders left? To which he replied, with much disgust (read phonetically for best results).... "Teeyundurhs? Yayuh....we gaht teeyundurhs!"

After we had repeated that phrase to each other about 17 times, laughing of course,....our meal was "prepared by management". He felt the need to call out the order into the microphone...announcing that is was ready....not just by number....but by a detailed itemization...even though there weren't any other customers waiting for food. It's a power thing, I tell ya.

The food was consumed.



On our way out of the parking lot...I spotted a shirtless hitchhiker. I soon noticed that he DID have a shirt that was draped over his shoulder. We then realized that it was the "upper management" black polo that had just served us lunch.


We had just eaten lunch - compliments of a shirtless hitchiker. Amidst Tom's laughing, my MIND immediately filled my MOUTH with the taste of a meaty, hairy, B.O. nipple. I have never eaten one...but my mind conjured up an EXCELLENT idea of what it would taste like. Goodbye Arby's. Every time I see a picture of your fleshy roast beef....I will remember this moment. Cured.

Bryce fell asleep the last 5 minutes of our trip to the airport. Not good. He THOUGHT he had already taken a nap and refused to take one on the plane. He DID, however, threaten to damage the fuselage with his velociraptor decibel shrieks.

He was an angry baby on a plane full of unamused people. He slapped the stewardess...cocked his hand back at a sweet Indian woman who was trying to get him to smile...and refused all form of treat and entertainment offered him.

Tom was the unlucky one who got to sit by him. It seems that our mother/son relationship had been on the fritz since the walmart fiasco...and he preferred Daddy....just in time for the trip.

We didn't let his fits ruin our fun.


We landed ... collected our mountain of bags...
...and headed next door to the hotel for dinner and bed.
Karah and Bradley slept in NiNi's room and watched planes land until they fell asleep. Bryce slept with us and was out as soon as he hit his claustrophobic pack-n-play.

Goodnight....Day 1.