At the park in sunny California, her very first "real" park trip as a walking, playing, toddlerperson!
This is my baby on drugs:
Dramamine. Given to encourage a restful flight after a very early wake up. Not so much effective, unless 30 minutes of sleep on a 3.5 hour flight is your idea of a lot of rest.
There's another baby, too, but he's busy taking a nap. At 9am PST. No, he doesn't take a morning nap anymore. Unless, of course, he wakes up (FOR THE FREAKING DAY) at 3:50am. I know. That's not even, like, a real time. It's the pitch black middle of the night. But it's also 5:50am back home, and not like we wake up at 5:50am at home either (because OMG, if we did, OMG ::hyperventilate at the thought::), but at least there it's a maybe/sort of logical wake up time. Not like here, where it's actually 3:50am and THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. Oh, did I mention the other little had been up intermittently from 11pm-1:45am with teething pain, so I got about two good hours of sleep in me? And then because cry it out wasn't working and was only going to result in my having TWO toddlers up in the middle of the night, I TRIED to bring the Mister to bed with me to encourage some snuggly sleeping time and instead laid there in the pitch black middle of the night listening to him go "A, B, F, O, P, COO, R, A, B, F, REPEAT REPEAT REPEAT", so that was pretty much a no-go because now not only was I not sleeping but I sort of also wanted to stab myself in the ears. (It was cute for two seconds, and it would have been cute forever at, say, noon. Not at 3:50am/in the MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.) Until Mommo & Grandpa woke up at 6am and took the little dears off my hands (obvi, the bigger one had awaken the littler one by then) so I could go back to bed? Where I totally crashed in face first right into a dead sleep and had a wacky dream about my childhood friend Katie A. calling me for fashion advice, so I drove to her city and took her to the mall and did her up in a new Express wardrobe that I charged on my (non-existent, obvi) black AmEx? Weird for a few reasons. One being that I haven't laid eyes on Katie A. in a good, um, 10 years? (Though we Facebook frequently, so there's that.) And two being that Express isn't exactly where I'd take a childhood friend in need of a fashion makeover, because hello, Nordstrom and such?
In conclusion, Dramamine doesn't really work that well and also being up at 3:50am might make you crazy in the head. The End!