Trippin

As I was looking thru my photos for another post, I realized that I completely forgot about "power gate 2015."  I can't let all my adventure with Jared monopolize my blog, I've got to share the love.  I told Ethan while this was going down that this was making it to the blog....he was not happy.....well, I wasn't happy with the situation.  

Ethan has a bit of a strong aversion to colored fruit drinks.  It is so bad that he refuses to sit next to a person if they are drinking kool aid or gatorade or and of the "aids/ades."  When it's his turn to do the dishes he will cry if he has to touch a cup with the liquid inside or if there are remnants of the liquid lingering.  When forced to complete the task he will put gloves on and then wrap a towel around the cup while making gaging noises.  I have yet to see him throw up for all of his threats and gagging fits.    It is the craziest thing I think I've witnessed in a while.  I don't understand it.  As with all sensitivities, they are heightened when the afflicted person is also tired.  

We arrive at the airport and I'm feeling a bit sick and decide that it is worth the calories to consume a powerade....forgetting about Ethan's affliction.  It took longer than we anticipated to make it through baggage check with our weapons, so we walked directly onto the flight.  Well, Ethan missed the fact that I had picked up the forbidden liquid and had taken a couple of drinks.  We were filing onto the plane looking for 6 seats next to each other and deciding who was sitting by who.  Jared decided to inform Ethan of the liquid situation and I was supposed to sit by them.  Ethan and Jared were to sit next to each other to watch a movie and I was sitting in the isle. Why oh why did he feel the need to tell him about the drink? 

When Ethan realized what went down he lost his ever living mind.  There was all manner of weeping and waling.  There was gagging and threats of throwing up.  People were staring at us.  I was not cool about it because it was ridiculous.  The liquid was sealed and in my bag and I promised not to take it out and there was a person buffer between us.  I also knew that he wanted to sit on the other side of the plane and when he doesn't get his way he loses his mind.  I knew there was a combination of problems happening.  I handed him the barf bag and told him to go ahead and throw up....I'm sure the people sitting in front of us were freaking out that he had some sort of airborne illness.  

After 5 minutes of this gagging and crying he started hyperventilating.  Nathan couldn't handle him making a scene any longer so he traded seats with me and tried talking Ethan off the ledge.   It took him a good 30 minutes to calm down......all over a little bottle of blue liquid!

When I traded seats over to the girl side I had a real panic situation on my hands with Jordyn who decided to be afraid of taking off.  Serenity now!

It ended up being a mild situation and she quickly recovered and we were back to being excited for our adventure.  

 Anytime we go anywhere as an entire family we are something to look at....especially when all decked out in our redneck gear.  Having 4 kids in vegas will get some head turns.  Having 4 kids in vegas wearing camo/hunting clothes/ cowboy boots, (the 2 boys were the only "normal" looking ones) will get even more heads to turn.  Good times.  Luckily we were only in Vegas long enough to get our rental van and then head out to the sticks among our peeps.....it was long enough for us to see some strange people though.