Thanksgiving this year found us down in Southern California. I can’t say it would have been my first choice to make the long trip while 34 weeks pregnant. In fact, shortly after I found out I was pregnant I informed my mom not to expect us to come down for Thanksgiving… and definitely not for Christmas. However, about a month before Thanksgiving, my little brother Jayson announced that he was getting sealed that weekend. I was NOT going to miss that just because I was pregnant! So we decided we’d suck it up and make the trek.
Since we had recently bought a new van we had enough room to accommodate our family as well as my sister’s family so that they could come as well. It was also to my benefit at that stage in the pregnancy to have the more space that our van would afford over our Corolla. My sister arranged to get off work on Monday at 3pm so that we could get on the road before too late. That morning I was trying to get us all packed up and cleaned up but between a bad back and some pretty regular preterm contractions that I’d been having I was disinclined to push myself too far. Eric of course had to get work finished before we could leave so he was in the office and wasn’t able to help me get things in order. So I puttered around the house and got as much done as I could without either aggravating my back or inducing contractions. Luckily Eric was able to come home early and help get things finished off. We ended up leaving a little later than we’d intended, but (if we’re honest) probably not much later than we expected.
We knew that even with the extra space in the van it would be a tight squeeze in a 7 passenger minivan with 4 adults and 3 kids. I’d hoped that we could fit all three full sized carseats in the backseat, but we had no such luck. We ended up putting Danny and Skylar (our 3 year old nephew) on the sides of the backseat in regular carseats and squished poor Sam in the middle of them with his booster seat. Unfortunately we’d used the anchor system for the bigger carseats but there was only one anchor in the middle of the backseat so the bigger carseats sorta leaned in too. Luckily Sam was a really good sport about it but I still felt bad for him, he definitely got the bum end of that deal.
The majority of the trip was relatively uneventful. Each of the boys sat in the back with headphones and a tablet and the adults rotated between listening to different programs together, or separately as couples or on our own with headphones. That is until we were about 2 hours out from our destination, when our nephew Skylar puked all over himself. So we pulled off to the side of the road and tried to clean things up as best we could without any supplies at 1am. Then we drove a little further, negotiated for a Subway plastic sack for him to throw up in and inched our way back to Thousand Oaks. It was a pretty miserable way to finish off the drive. I was less tolerant of the situation than I would normally be as my gag reflex during the pregnancy was far below what it is normally. In the end we did make it back to my parents’ house alright and were glad to be there.
Skylar was sick for the next day but then seemed to get better. We spent the next couple days lounging around at my parents’ house (a kid’s paradise), going to the beach and making Thanksgiving preparations. Thursday was (of course) Thanksgiving, and the day was well spent preparing and eating food and counting our blessings. I don’t think there’s anything in this world that can make me feel as grateful as just being with family. I feel truly blessed to have the most wonderful family on all sides – older generations, younger generations, through blood and through marriage. I can’t think of anything in this world I could want more than to get to be around them.
On Friday we were very busy making all of the wedding preparations. My brother and his wife had eloped and we didn’t get to celebrate their marriage at the time so my parents planned a reception for them following the sealing ceremony on Saturday. Jayson has always been a bit of a picky eater so coming up with something fun to eat at the reception that still bore his seal of approval was a bit of a trick. They settled on Chinese food, which was pretty fun. My mom tried to make most of it herself to save on the cost, so Friday found us cooking up lots of rice and chicken and going to several stores for different ingredients.
Saturday morning came and we got everyone ready to go down to the temple without too much incident, except that Kyle was sick and couldn’t come with us to the temple. Luckily, he’s not old enough to attend the sealing anyways, but we were all a little bummed that he couldn’t be there. He’s been fighting with some pretty intense health problems recently so we all assumed that his pre-existing problems were acting up again and didn’t think much of it.
On the drive to the temple Danny was a bit of a pickle. We were almost to the temple when we heard him dump out an entire bag of dried apples in the backseat. Not just a little sandwich baggie, but a big gallon sized bag of apples that Taylor had dehydrated herself. Luckily we’d already eaten the better part of the apples, but we were still rather upset with Danny for dumping them out. So we demanded an apology from Danny. After refusing a few times he said, “Well, I not am sorry. I not will say sorry.” in a tone that was so matter-of-fact that we had a hard time not busting a gut laughing. What a punk! We threatened all kinds of different things, but his response was the same, “I not am sorry. I not will say sorry.” That kid is hysterical, and he’s going to be the death of me :P
The sealing itself was just beautiful. I don’t remember all the things that the sealer told Jayson & Ashley, but I remember the feeling that was there. There was a certain feeling of elation at finally getting to be there and having this ceremony performed for them. I think everyone in the room felt like they had been a part of that journey in some sense or another and we all felt like we – not just they – had made it to the finish line. Of course this wasn’t at all the end, it’s the mark of a beginning, but I think we were all grateful to have been a part of the journey that got them to this point.
After the sealing we went outside to wait for Jayson and Ashley to come out. Just ahead of them was a couple who had also scheduled their sealing for that day. However, they’d gotten the wrong license from the state and weren’t able to be married that day! Their family had all come in from Mexico and around the country for their wedding, only to find out they had the wrong paper work and couldn’t be married that day at all. Isn’t that about the saddest thing you’ve ever heard of?! Apparently there are a few different kinds of marriage licenses that the State of California will issue, and one is more of a license to co-habitate, but not to be married (I don’t understand it either), and that was the license that they had gotten. So they took all their pictures, and were going to go have their reception that night… but they wouldn’t be able to be married until Monday when the county offices opened up again and they could get the right paperwork. They still all looked so happy and I think they were having a good attitude about the whole thing, but my heart broke for them. Luckily the temple president said that they would open up the temple especially for this couple on Monday so they could be sealed (temples are closed on Mondays). I still can’t get over that situation. Can you imagine showing up for your wedding and being told you couldn’t get married that day because of a clerical error?!! I would have been devastated.
Anyways, after Jayson and Ashley came out we did some pictures. The photographers had a hay day following around Sam, Skylar and Danny. They looked so cute in their little suits walking around like little men.
Picture credit: Erik Hokom Photography
There’s something about Danny’s stance in this next picture that I find just hilarious. It reminds me so much of Eric’s dad, I’m not exactly sure why, but it *really* does.
Just in case you looked at that last picture and thought, “Oh Brittny, you big baby, you weren’t really all that pregnant, quit whining.” Uhm, no really, here I am sideways. I really was THAT pregnant :P
After pictures we had to race back home so that we could get all of the food ready. My parents had to stop Diddy Riese for the cookies and ice cream for the reception (they opted to make ice cream sandwiches with legit cookies and ice cream rather than having cake) but Eric and I went back to the house to start making LOTS of fried rice. When my dad got home he immediately went up to his room and laid down dead. He was starting to feel sick just like Kyle had been that morning. My mom wasn’t feeling too great either but had to press on to get all the preparations done. I was sent out to a Chinese restaurant in Newbury Park for some of the food and lost my phone on the way, making me late. But in the end we all made it to the church with all the food and the reception was lovely.
Towards the end of the reception Cody made a quick exit and made it as far as mostly through the Relief Society room before he lost his cookies. We sent him home to get changed and go to bed and the reception wound up pretty quickly shortly thereafter. That night my mom, dad, Kyle, Cody, Ryan, Taylor and Ashley all came down with the stomach bug. We think it’s the same bug that Skylar had at the beginning of the week. Not exactly the perfect ending to the perfect day :P
We had planned to leave for Utah the next morning, but with Taylor and Ryan so sick we went back and forth on leaving. Plus, with the rest of the family so sick, we were sure that our little family wasn’t going to be immune to it for long. The *last* thing we wanted was to get 3 hours down the road and all fall ill and be too far to turn back but still with the prospect of 7 more hours in a car. We hemmed and hawed for awhile – at one point we decided we’d stay until Wednesday – and finally we decided to just bite the bullet and go. We left Taylor and Skylar behind as Taylor was too sick to travel and could come back to Utah with my dad later in the week, but we took Ryan with us as he was on the tail end of the bug and needed to be back in Utah the next day for classes.
The first couple hours of that drive were agony. We felt certain that we were at any minute going to be sick. I had an especially scary time of it since there’s a lot of movement near your digestive tract while being pregnant. Every time Maeli would kick me I would think, “uh oh, this is it, I’m coming down with the plague.” We made it all the way to Baker when Danny threw up ALL over. We were able to pull over and clean everything up but it was pretty nasty. With my weakened stomach from pregnancy, and Ryan’s weakened stomach from the bug we were in bad shape. We cleaned up as best as we could, bought an air freshener and a pack of dryer sheets and soldiered on.
Surprisingly, we made it all the way back home without anyone else getting sick. And I think poor Danny might have just been a little bit carsick and was very upset that we deprived him of food for the rest of our journey (but can you blame us?). We’ve chalked our good fortune up to our family’s daily regimen of Emergen-C, we’ve hardly been sick this winter (knock on wood) while we spent almost the entirety of last winter being sick. It might just be the placebo effect, but even if it is, we’ll happily take placebo effect over being sick!
So, that was our exciting Thanksgiving adventure. We were definitely thankful to be a part of the whole experience, and especially thankful to have escaped the stomach bug!