A week and a half ago we braved the trip to North Dakota, to go spend time with family that we rarely see, and to celebrate PJ's grandma's 90th birthday. Ophelia has never seen or met her great-grandma before then, so she interpreted the word "great-grandma" to mean that her grandma is great (which she is, but it's hard to explain the concept to a three-year old). While making a card for great-grandma's birthday, I said: "You will give this card to your great-grandma!, and she said: "Yes! To my great Grandma!" While in Fargo, we finally had to make the distinction between "Grandma" and "Grandma's Mom" and that made more sense to Ophelia.
I guess now that it's been a week and a half ago since we got home, my memories of the trip are all nice and rosy, but right after the trip I remember thinking that there is no way we will EVER travel with kids again. Now I'm thinking, we probably will, and make some more good memories :)
The disappointing part of the trip was that our flight to St.Paul/Minneapolis was delayed by almost an hour, so we had to make a detour and spend a night at a hotel just 4-hour-drive away from our destination. Had we not had small kids, we probably would've just rented a car... Instead, our little traveling troupe with Mark, Camille, Winston, PJ, me, Ophelia, and Emerson, took a shuttle to the hotel, and tried to make the most out of the moment. We stayed on the eighth floor of the hotel and had a great view of the metroplex, which was cool. The funny part is that St.Paul/Minneapolis was where I got stuck once before too, 9 years ago, when PJ and I were engaged and I was coming back to Utah from Latvia, where I spend 2 months with my family, but apart from PJ. I was so devastated then that I had to spend another night without seeing my sweetheart, that I could not help balling on the phone while talking to him! Seems like it was so long ago... Anyway, Delta payed for our stay at the hotel and for our meals too, so we enjoyed a great buffet in the morning, before our second flight. Here is Ophelia trying on the oxygen mask, before he flight attendant's safety demonstration:

Ophelia had lots of fun on the airplane rides. She liked all of the entertainment that I had prepared for her, the abundant snacks, movies and games on the Ipod, and the trips to the airplane restroom. The view from the airplane did not fascinate her as much as we thought it would. She was more excited about reading the safety pamphlet from the seat pocket than checking out the outside view.
Emerson was not so excited about having to stay in our arms the whole time of the flight. As far as sleeping goes, he is a very independent guy: once he is lowered into his crib, he takes his comfy stomach sleeping position, sticks his thumb in his mouth, and slowly drifts to sleep (with his noisemakers blaring). So, he was uber-tired, but could not fall asleep while we were holding him. I was one of those mommies on the airplane, who the rest of the passengers made angry eyes at and thought to themselves "what is she doing to that baby? can't she just quiet him down? give that kid some benadryl!". I will never judge moms with small kids on airplanes ever again! It is not an easy job, that's for sure! PJ actually got him to sleep eventually.

Winston did much better on the airplane. He likes sleeping on top of either Mark or Camille, so he did not fuss for very long before giving in to sleep. Here is their little traveling team. You can see the barely filled airplane. We were lucky for the first flight, Austin to Minneapolis, and had tons of space on that plane. All the rest of the flights were packed, so we were squished.
This was way cool when the pilot let Ophelia explore the cabin. She sure enjoyed pushing all of the buttons and levers and I am sure happy that we didn't crash after that!
We got to Fargo Saturday afternoon and the kids were so tired that after we checked into our hotel, we had to put the kids down for naps, which made us miss the main birthday celebration. We got there about 4 o'clock for family pictures with great-grandma:
The eight grandkids, with spouses, and the eight great-grandkids:
Gradma's children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren:
I wish I got a better picture of the three great-granddaughters with their matching dresses...
The evening entertainment provided by "The Dakota Boys":
Grandma enjoyed it!
Ophelia is not a bashful girl. She was very friendly with her "Grandma's Mom", talked to her, answered her questions, told her about her plans for the 4th b-day party, got to ride on great-grandma's walker, and played in her apartment.
After we got back to the hotel, Ophelia wanted to go try out the swimming pool right away. Our room was on the pool side. PJ spent Saturday night in the pool with her and I went Sunday morning. In between taking care of the kids, we spent some time eating pizza and catching up with the Franke family at the hotel, all of them stayed there too. Sunday morning once again we had a breakfast buffet at our hotel. We definitely enjoyed pigging out all weekend long...good thing they still let us on the airplane to fly back home...
The hotel pool:
On Sunday, the Kinzler side of the family came from around the area to say hi and catch up with us. The three brothers:
And the Kinzler clan minus the babies - it was nap time...
Up there in North Dakota, I realized that I really missed the changing seasons. It's been five years since I've seen trees changing colors, and it's beautiful! So I took lots of pictures of it. Makes me remember walking through the park on the way to my secondary school, rustling through the autumn leaves.
We loved the nice, cool weather up there. It was good for a change. I realized all of the winter clothes that I brought with me for Emerson are already too small for him. He is a growing boy! I need to stop thinking of him as a small baby... He is in 9 month clothes now, instead of 6 month.
Sunday night we had dinner at Judy and Matt's house. We must have looked starved, because Judy supplied us with blueberry yogurt covered pretzels and home-made rhubarb jam to go home with us. Judy, the pretzels are long gone and the first jar of jam was eaten in two days. I froze the second jar for my parents to try it in November... We are starving again, Judy! :) Here we are playing at Judy and Matt's house:
Being there, at Judy and Matt's, made me homesick for my home, bed, home-made food, quietness, and kids sleeping in their own bedrooms! It was a whirlwind of a weekend, but we had a good time seeing everyone, checking out Fargo, pigging out, hanging out together as a family, and traveling with our cousin/brother/sister-in-law buddies. We sure were beat after the trip and needed a vacation after this vacation. Here is Ophelia in the car on the ride from the airport.
And here is Emerson... Poor guy had a 101 fever the Thursday before our trip, but it was gone by Friday. He woke up at times every hour at night at the hotel and was covered with some kind of rash all weekend long. I suspect he was allergic to the detergent they use to wash hotel sheets, because it cleared right up as soon as he got sleep a night in his own crib.
Like they say where I am from: Visiting is great, but home is better!