Go Go Go

We sprung Stanley from the doggie hospital yesterday morning. The senior vet student who'd been taking care of him said that he'd made a lot of friends there and that everyone loved him because he was so cute. :)

He was happy to see us (and we were thrilled to see him). He's walking but not well yet; he can do it on his own but there's still a pretty pronounced limp, about like it was when we first took him to the regular vet. Hopefully he'll continue to improve.

We started our trip down to Florida straight from the vet school. The boys were really good travelers -- they spent time looking at their books and took a nap, too. We only had one bad hour (out of an eleven hour trip), so that seems like a pretty good ratio. We had gotten a list beforehand of McDonald's with playlands on our route, and we stopped at one around dinnertime to let the boys run around. It worked really well; even though Playlands are designed for slightly older kids, there was one slide and some steps that the boys could handle, and it let them get some energy out.

We arrived at Grandma and Grandpa's pretty late, maybe around 11 PM. The boys had been sleeping, but of course woke up when we got there, and ended up playing with Grandma and all her wonderful toys until past midnight. (Matthew was delighted to see that Grandma and Grandpa had a vacuum, and he spent a while turning it on and off. He was especially impressed that their vacuum had a light on it!)

Stanley had to go in his crate, and he wasn't too happy about that, but he puts up with it pretty well as long as he's in the same room as the people.

As for Matthew, just when he thought it couldn't get any better, Grandma let him eat puffs right out of the container at breakfast! And James liked having lots of dogs around to throw balls for (even though I don't think any of the dogs actually chased the balls).

We left for the Orlando airport after lunch, and made it in good time for our flight. I'm using the inflight wireless to write this (woo-woo) since James is sleeping. We've already had one poop explosion (James) and two throw-ups (one Mattie and one James) and we still have our connection and the ride to the other grandparents' house to go, so hopefully we won't need to go through too many more outfits! (They're not sick, the barfing is just because they cried and got upset on a full tummy. Mattie was objecting to being strapped into his carseat on the plane, and James was objecting to having his diaper changed on the plane.) Other than that, the trip is going well. :)