BFLH....the story

....so, we decide to go to good old Connersville, IN to the train station there to do the "Day Out with Thomas." Sounds like a grand idea, no? Considering that we have three year-old twins, we thought it just dandy. Now, our hearts skipped a beat over the $95 it would take to get all five of us aboard a mere twenty-five minute train ride, but since this would be the twins' first train ride, we thought it worth it. So Thursday, I stayed a little late at work so that I could order the tickets without delay. Aaron also took a few seconds of time on the computer at home, dodging the problems we've had with our internet, to secure a campsite at the Whitewater Memorial State Park. Everything was a go. I'd even been able to snag a ride to work with my boss so that Aaron could pick me up at work and we could begin our journey directly from there. Perfectly planned.

...After a brief hold-up in traffic, we make our way east of Indianapolis and stop briefly in Greenfield to eat and get some last-minute supplies at Wal-Mart. We never remember everything, so we wind up thinking of all the things we've forgotten en route to wherever our ill-fated journey shall be that time. We pick up our supplies and get to our campsite with just enough time to pop up the camper and start our bedtime routine. All's still wonderful. Until Erin began complaining of tummy problems. She demanded that I kiss her tummy to make it feel better. With which I whole-heartedly comply. Of course, I get to make sweet love to her tummy all.night. No big deal, I think. She'll be right by morning. Wrong. She threw up. In my hand. So, I think, still hoping to not lose out on my nineteen-dollar-rape-charge due to illness. We take a shower, and all seems fine. Until she rushes to the trashcan to hurl some more. Needless to say, she's not going, and either Aaron or I will be staying with her. We eat breakfast, and Aaron decides that he will stay with her while I take the boys to the train. All's fine, despite the three year-old antics of Griffin. More than once I had to ask him whether he wanted to do more fun things or go back to the camper and take a nap. After our train ride, I get a call from Aaron (we have cell phones now, you know!), stating that she had spent the entire time we were gone horking every ten to fifteen minutes. Lovely.

...Well, the campground was definitely more gracious than Thomas was, for we were able to come home a day early and receive a refund. So that's just what we did.

...And another one's gone...and another one's gone...and another one bites the dust.

For those of you who want the full story, at least one person seems to puke on nine out of ten Byers' excursions. I think that Aaron's the only one who's not puked so far. Don't worry. Give him time.