We spent a couple of days last week celebrating M’s birthday at the Oregon Coast. Despite multiple incidents of children puking, general sleeplessness, and Max needing to use the bathroom every ten minutes whenever we got in the car or a restaurant, we had fun.
On the drive down Max had to use the bathroom whenever we got in an area where there were zero bathrooms for miles and got to experience going in the great outdoors along side the road. He also threw up in the car. I thought he might have been motion sick (I have had life long terrible motion sickness) but there were other incidents later so it may have been a virus. We spent a lot of time fighting about whether he would hold a bag to throw up in or not (he didn’t want to). Then we got to strip him down on the roadside (so much time spent on the roadside with no clothes on for one day!) and clean his car seat as best we could with baby wipes.
We got a hotel that had two bedrooms and we each slept with one kid. I at least got some sleep the first night. I was worried Mars would have a hard time settling in a strange place but with the lights off he went right to sleep next to me and slept all night. M got very little sleep with squirmy Max waking up repeatedly and coughing constantly.
Friday we ate breakfast at a popular (possibly because it is the only place in town?) diner which didn’t sit very well with me. The boys had tons of pancakes and set off for the cheese factory in Tillamook. Max was disappointed we didn’t get ice cream there but barely 10 in the morning was just too early. We also stopped by the same little place that had animals and some space to run around that we visited last time, when Max was a toddler.
Next we went to Cannon Beach. Though away from the beach it was surprisingly warm and kind of muggy, the beach was very windy and cold. Still, with tons of layers on we had fun making sand castles, chasing a ball that kept blowing away, and preventing Mars from trying to go swim in the ocean.
It was a very good thing we went to the beach on Friday because the next day it started to pour.
In the evening we ate dinner at a pizza place with an arcade and the kids loved all the bright lights and crazy games.
Unfortunately that night there was so much puking. Mars went to sleep at 8pm again like a champ but sat up abruptly at 11 and threw up all over the bed. I stripped him down, redressed him, and stripped all the sheets and we went back to sleep. An hour later he threw up again, and this time it was in his hair too, so we had to jump in the shower. By then I was out of layers to take off the bed and we slept on a towel on the bare mattress with one thin blanket since everything else was dirty. I was very lucky that he didn’t throw up ON me since I was right next to him. Meanwhile, Max was claiming he needed to puke repeatedly all night and finally at 2am actually did (luckily they made it to the bathroom so no change of sheets was required).
We staggered out of bed the next morning and went to the same breakfast place, this time since it was Saturday it was absolutely packed and we were seated as far as humanly possible from the bathroom. Mars was squirmy and Max kept claiming to need to use the bathroom. Everyone was tired and it was nutty.
More whining, more threats of puking on the way home. But it was still fun. I think.