Thanks so much for the kinds words about my sewing. I just love to do it. When my youngest son (who is now 5) was born, I couldn't sew a button. With three sons, it was really frustrating for me to go into stores and see tons of super cute little girl stuff everywhere ... and nothing but boring, tiny man clothes for the boys. So, I started making my own boy clothes! I do make a lot of girly things too.
Anyway ... we were finally on the road. Planning a cruise a year in advance seemed like a long way out, but it just went by in a flash and I couldn't believe we were on our way. I thought I was prepared, but having never done this before, I was worried about what I may have overlooked or forgotten. I had decided not to get passports (it would have cost so much for our family of five, and we didn't know if we'd be doing it again). I worried that our birth certificates might not be what they were looking for. So, before the trip, I stopped by our local Dept. of Vital Statistics to make sure they were good to go.
Okay ... we were heading to St. Louis to spend the night because I'd booked us the earliest possbile flight I could the next morning. It left at 7:45 am. We were supposed to be there an hour and a half early. The kids entertained themselves making shadow puppets on the car seats, and we stopped at my favorite on-the-road eatery ... Jack in the Box. I love their tacos.
My husband had handled the pre-flight room. And, once there, nothing was as he was told when he booked. The free breakfast wasn't served until after our flight time. And, their complimentary shuttle also didn't start running until after our departure time. Oh well! At least they had a pool.
This Mariott we stayed at was memorable, to say the least. The cloudy pool was just big enough for them to be able to say they had a pool. It had a 28 person max capacity and there were 12 people packed in it. There was no deep end, and the no diving sign made my oldest chuckle. The kids thought it was all great. My oldest son said, "Wow! What a nice room!" before we ever opened the door! They were so easily impressed. "Wow a bed!" "Wow a television!"
Here's a picture of the lovely wallpaper at the Mariott!
The best part? The talking toilet. Every time we flushed our toilet, it made a sound that sounded like a human in a great deal of pain. It was hilarious. "It sounds like it's dying," my husband said. The boys cracked up everytime they flushed it ... and being three boys, they flushed it a time or two just to hear it complain. It was just one of those memorable things we didn't count on, but will never forget.