Oh hey, vacation

Seriously, did I just blink or miss almost a month of our lives?

I managed to chronicle that we were starting potty training, at least.  And so far, it’s going wonderfully.  Tristan understands that pee goes in the toilet and he will pee in there on command if anything’s in there.  He hasn’t yet pooped in the toilet, and I think he’s a little bit scared of the process.

But the big news is that we’ve been on a plane and survived!  Our kid wasn’t even the most annoying kid on the flight!

During the first week of June, we took our trip to Las Vegas to meet up with our family and spend some time among the lights and stimulation of the strip.  We stayed there for about a week, which was probably three days too long.  James’s parents were there, along with his sister Cindy, and my mom and stepdad joined us for part of the trip.  We rented adjacent suites – we figured that it would be SO much easier to coordinate people and pawn Tristan off on some of them if we were all in the same location.

Tristan’s favorite activities included opening, closing, opening, and closing all doors, including the balcony door, the bathroom doors, the bedroom door, the toilet seat cover, and the shower doors.  He enjoyed the sights from the 12th floor balcony, including pools, trees, cars, and the lights of the hotels.  There wasn’t a whole lot to DO there other than travel about and see things for children, but Tristan got a whole lot of time doing those things.  We got several-day monorail passes and he quite enjoyed riding on the train.  We also had one chance to go into the pool, which was this lazy-river sort of thing – Tristan enjoyed the water but disliked the floating tubes.

As far as relating to people went, Tristan was a considerable koala.  He got really, really, really upset whenever I disappeared from a room.  We had to sneak around a lot so that he never saw me so much as go to the toilet.  He related very well to his Grandma Linda and Aunt Cindy (read: they could sometimes calm him down even when he was being a butt), and even slept in the bed with Cindy (YAY!  We got a break from the bedtime routine!)

I’m totally up for taking another airplane trip, but I’m not sure I want to try to pass an entire week in one location without a doppelganger of myself so that I don’t have to hear “waaaaaaaaaAAAH!” for stepping out of Tristan’s sight. 😉

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