Our trip to San Francisco early last week wasn't as easy as we hoped. That said, it wasn't the nightmarish experience we've had in the past. Allie definitely rides better in our new van than she did in our little Plymouth Vibe. She can ride for longer stretches of time. But after awhile, she's done. If we don't recognize she's hit the wall soon enough, she has a meltdown and uses the most feared weapon in her arsenal: projectile vomit.
While the trip wasn't easy, it did provide some fresh insight. There are things Allie can handle that we didn't know about. Also, we learned that if we manage our time well, we'll be able to plan and head off her melt-downs before they get going. We just need to learn to read the signals (a talent I've never had but am developing).
We learned this: Allie does well in restaurants seated at the table in her little, portable highchair. In our apartment, we have very little room downstairs so we eat our meals in the living room on trays; there's no room for a table where we can all eat together. That means that the charming and beautiful Susan and I rarely eat together. One eats while the other either feeds or plays with Allie. But now, we've discovered that we can all eat together at a table. So, while down in the City, we ate together in the hotel restaurant. Now that we're home, we'll plan outings together as a family to eat. Which is what we did this morning. This is something we took for granted raising Charity and Aaron, but we weren't sure we'd ever be able to take Allie out. But we can. That's huge.
We're glad we learned a few lessons about driving distances with Allie, too. This will come in handy, soon, since we're praying about returning home to Florida now that are new little family is legally intact. We'll take our time and drive, is what we're thinking. So keep us in your prayers as we pray and plan.
Here's a little greeting from Allie: