::cheer:: ::clap:: ::parades:: ::champagne::
We spent today doing lots of incredibly important things, like swimming in the pool at 9:30am (the boys asked at 7am, but I managed to convince them that the pool transforms into hot lava overnight and doesn't turn back to regular water until 9:am). We also took our first ever maiden voyage to this magical place:
Because you know the movers might have broken something and we might need to replace it with new things. Even though the moving truck doesn't show up until tomorrow. Chances are we're right and we should replace it as soon as possible, right? And what's sooner than before you know it's broken.
So we brought back with us a lot of flat packed boxes. How does a full sized dresser manage to fit in a Wheaties box? I'm incredibly impressed but also confused. We brought home major furniture that fit easily in the trunk. Europeans have some incredible witchcraft that I need to get in on.
Also, free daycare at Ikea.
Also also, there's a height requirement (min and max) for their childcare. I'm not sure why the minimum, because poor little Camden has his mama's genes and was too short to "ride". But the gal was nice and let him in anyways. Poor kid. Spinach in every meal for him from now on.
We came back to the hotel for another round at the pool and dinner on our super awesome 2nd floor balcony that overlooks Coronado beach and the Pacific Ocean, and also gives us a perfect up-close view of the fighter jets and Apache helicopters landing at the airstrip next to the hotel, which of course my all-boy boys go absolutely nutso over.
Can't we just like, flat pack the balcony and the view and tie it down to our truck's roof rack? Because that would be perfect.
Moving truck comes tomorrow!
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