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Family trips can be a little crazy sometimes. Getting groceries was nuts with eight people crammed in tiny isles all wanting different things. And then we did self checkout!


We turn heads at the airport, too. On our last trip, somebody asked, "Are all those kids yours?" I replied, "These and more." (We didn't have Emily with us). Even though we draw attention (and the comments and looks are not always kind), these kids are good travelers. Gavin is very attentive to safety protocol. 

They're also good at keeping track of each other. I was on my own with the kids on the flight to Denver, so I assigned each of the older kids a traveling partner. They were cute about packing entertainment and snacks for their partners and keeping track of them in busy areas.  Their partnerships worked so well that we continued them on the way home





The river float was fun--if a little uneventful. I was determined to find activities that could accommodate a wide age range. This was one that Gavin and Brooklyn could do. White water rafting is probably way more fun and just as expensive, but I was glad we could do this one together. 



On our way home, we had a long layover in Los Angeles, so the aquarium in Long Beach was a nice way to spend our time.

I sent these pictures to Emily so that she can keep an eye out for this little blue devil in Suriname.



We spent about 4 hours at the aquarium, which was just enough time--maybe too much time.





After the aquarium, we drove to a beach to get a thirty-minute beach fix.  I learned I don't like beaches classified as a "mother's beach" because they are protected ocean inlets that don't provide the magnificent ocean view I crave. The park was fun.

And Gavin HAD to get in.


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