I Think My Kids Are Allergic To Utah

I have to start out this post by saying that my kids never throw up. I think Rebecca has been throw-up sick once at home, and that's it. William has never thrown up except for when he used to spit up. They just don't get sick that way.

Last time I went to Utah, I was with my mother-in-law and sister-in-laws in Salt Lake City to shop for bridesmaid dresses. If you actually read the post from the link you will notice that I did not mention that Rebecca was throwing up EVERYTHING she ate the day we went shopping. This is probably because I did not want to remember how she threw up at our breakfast table in front of all of the other people who came down for the free breakfast at our hotel. And I did not want to remember how she threw up at the Joseph Smith Memorial Building as we waited to have lunch. I probably should have stayed at the hotel with her after she threw up the first time, but we were only staying in Salt Lake for one day. So I decided to throw a few plastic bags in my purse and to try to not let her eat anything while we were out. I know. I'm a bad mom. Luckily she was better the next day, and we flew home without any problems.

This past weekend we went to Utah again, and this time William was throwing up.

My second cousin Tiffany got married on Friday, so my mom, my sister Jodi and her boys, and my kids and I drove up to Orem for her reception.

It was nice to see many of my cousins and second cousins on my dad's side. I'm actually closer to my second cousins because they are closer to my age. (My uncle's youngest daughter is in her forties.) Tiffany was the second cousin I was closest to growing up. I have fun memories of hanging out with her when my family would visit my Grandma Ficklin in Salem. So I was happy to be there for her reception. Luckily William was okay for that party with the exception of a few runny diapers.

We stayed in a hotel right next to Thanksgiving Point, which I had never been to before. Since we had nothing to do Saturday, we spent some time there.

This garden was just a few feet away from our hotel. Don't we look like a happy bunch? I think we were still getting over the six hour car ride with all eight of us (my mom not pictured) stuffed into my sister's mini-van.

Later that day we spent some time in Spanish Fork where we met my Aunt Ruth Ann for lunch at Glade's (my mom's favorite place for fish and chips). After lunch we went back up north to check out a modular home that my sister and her husband might buy to put on my parents' property in New Harmony (I will come back to this story later). Then we went to Cabela's in Alpine, which was awesome. It's a place like Bass Pro Shops. They have a huge aquarium and tons of stuffed deer, bears, birds, and all kinds of other animals that I even thought were cool to see. The runny diapers continued with William, but those weren't hard to deal with.

Sunday my mom had a family reunion in Spanish Fork. That was the day William started throwing up. It started in the morning, and my mom and I thought maybe he was running around too much with his sister in the hotel room causing him to lose his breakfast. Then a few hours later as we were getting ready to leave, he threw up on me sitting in the hotel chair. Again, I probably should have used my better judgement and stayed home from the reunion, but of course I didn't. I was excited to see my cousins on my mom's side. We were at the reunion for about twenty minutes when he threw up on me again. I just sat there with my son and his throw up in my lap and cried. I tried to hold back, but the tears came spilling out. I have no idea what my cousins thought about that. I was a cry baby as a little kid, so they were probably thinking that nothing has changed.

After I cleaned up myself and my son and got control of my emotions, I decided that I would stay at the reunion with William instead of driving my sister's van back to the hotel with him. I put him in the stroller and walked him around the park to try to get him to sleep it off.

We ended up watching a kickball game that the kids started. This is Spencer cheering on his brothers.

After watching the game in his stroller for a while, William decided that he would rather sit in the grass and pick his nose.

We quit giving William milk, and he didn't throw up anymore that day. I knew we were driving home Monday, so I didn't give him anything to eat when we woke up in the morning. All he had was a sippy cup full of flavored water. He didn't throw up in the car at all on the way home, which was great.

On our drive home we stopped in New Harmony, a town just south of Cedar City, to check out a property my parents are interested in buying.

As you can see, my mom is already quite comfortable here. I'm pretty sure it's a done deal, and they will be moving to this place very soon. I'm trying to think positively about my parents moving out of Las Vegas. I even asked Kevin to get me a snowboard for Christmas since we will have babysitters about an hour away from Brian Head.

I really hope my kids aren't allergic to Utah because we'll be spending a lot more time up there after my parents move away (sigh).