Today was another crisp and clear day here in Chico. We got up and out in time to open the shops... which led to the purchase of the correct wind up crab (a HERMIT crab, which is where I went wrong earlier), secure some coffee and pastries, play a little soccer in the town square, and then have Isaac completely melt down. Yes, the poor guy is really at the end of his rope - he needs to get back into a comfort zone ASAP.
Thinking maybe a little protein might help his mood, I tried to get him to taste some falafel, but the kindly shopkeeper short circuited my effort by giving him a big slice of coconut honeycake, which he devoured. At least I tried for healthy (sort of healthy at least). Got him back to the hotel and tossed him into the crib, and he zonked.
In the afternoon while Isaac napped, I took Bella out for a little date in town: We got a deck of cards and played Go Fish in Starbucks with a hot cocoa. It was some nice down time for us. Pamela had Sherry and Sherry's mom over for cookies, and when we returned, they took Bella back out to the farm for some more running around: Bella got to spend quality time with the sheep - two old rams, actually. The more agreeable one assented to be led around with a rope, and both decided to give Bella a show by gamboling (which a playful jumping around - typical of lambs, but not as common in old rams). We can only imagine how Bella must have looked, but that serene smile must have been present.
Pamela got us packed up this afternoon, and we'll be hitting the road around 8:30 Saturday AM for a noon flight homeward. James and Henry came over to watch Isaac and Bella while we went out for a final dinner with our hosts to a local hearty food place. Got back by 8 and spent an hour getting the thoroughly overwrought Isaac and Bella to bed... Bella shrieking about some plastic bag or something (exhaustion) and Isaac singing and muttering well past the hour...
I have to say I've had a wonderful vacation, but it's been a LOT of work: Those kids have not been easy to wrangle, and Isaac's defiance (he is VERY two) has been a bit of a drag... but then there have also been so many wonderful moments, and so many great cuddles, that... non, je ne regrette rien. C'est la vie. They'll be old enough soon enough, and I'll take this exhaustion as evidence of fighting the good fight, and take my sleep as the rest of the just.
That said, if you hear in the news about a Northwest flight from Sacramento to Minneapolis diverted due to an insane two year old...
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