We had a fun trip to Moab, Utah with my parents, sister, and nieces a couple of weeks ago. The weather was perfect, and Gavin had a blast on his first hike to see the Sand Dune Arch.
Unfortunately, he threw up eleven times on the way back to my parents house, and it was a fun seven hours stuck in a car cleaning up toddler puke. But the poor little guy was a trouper and recovered quickly when we arrived at Grandma and Grandad's house, even dancing to "So You Think You Can Dance" and playing the piano.
But the stomach flu fun was not done. Gavs threw up two more days that week and then spread the love to both grandmothers, his daddy, his uncle, his aunt, and his mommy. Today his Pop caught it after two week. No one is safe.
So, when we weren't all throwing up, we had an enjoyable two days in Utah during our week-long vacation. We even saw Anthony Bourdain in the Salt Lake City airport on the way home, so that counts for something, right?
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