On Sunday, we left the Airstream parked in front of our house so we could spend the day mopping its dusty floors, inspecting every nook and cranny, and admiring its beauty from our dining room as we decorated Halloween cookies with Ava.
I swear that more frosting and sprinkles ended up in her mouth and on the floor than on the cookies she decorated.
After three agonizing weeks of waiting for the trailer, we finally brought Mali Mish home from the dealership. I will explain why it took so long in another post but for now, take a look at her beautiful shiny cheeks!
The Airstream we thought was officially ours was snatched up from under us and relocated to a new dealership. You must think we were pretty pissed off. Yes we were… but have you ever seen a pissed off toddler who had her road trip dreams squashed by the man? Boy, this dealership is in BIG trouble. BIG BIG TROUBLE. So a couple weekends ago, we headed down south to find out where our Airstream was hiding.
Come out come out where ever you are.
HA! I found it. Follow me.
So, as you saw in the last post, we sold our T@b trailer and Ava wasn’t the only one kinda sad about it. We only had our little teardrop trailer for about a year but it held so many memories for us.
Like our first trial trip with the T@b to El Capitan State Beach near Santa Barbara, California…
… where Ava fell in love with collecting rocks and her dismay to handmade wool hats from Peru.
Like the time we went on our first real road trip as a family to Catalina State Park in beautiful Tucson, Arizona…
… where Ava and I went for our first bird walk, where she fell in love with her bedtime stuffed animal buddy, the prairie doggy, and where she got RSV and had to hospitalized for 8 long days.
Like when we built up enough courage again to take Ava on another road trip during Mother’s Day weekend to San Clemente State Beach…
… where she had a new tent attachment to play in, where she went cave exploring with a couple friends, and where she made another (!) trip to the ER because of a new respiratory illness.
Hmmm. Two out of three road trips resulted in emergency trips to the hospital. This post isn’t sounding too positive but it all worked out at the end. It wasn’t the T@b’s fault. I swear. I blame the germs at daycare in combination to the dry air of our toasty trailer. We know better now. Warm dry air = bad. Cool humid air = good. Got it. Hey, we might be slow learners but at least we learn.
the end,
marlene
Mama, please open up the Tab. I want to go on another road trip.
What? You sold it and we’re driving it to its new home? No! WAH!
Good bye my Tab. I hope you like your new home.
(Sniffle). (Sniffle).
love,
ava
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