Vacation: day one (Saturday)

You can blame me for the worst start to a vacation in the history of vacations.

I'm the one who took Marina to her four-year-old checkup without realizing that, HOLYCRAP, they give you lots of shots at this one. Not since her baby days was the kid stuck so much with a needle. And after the first one, Marina wasn't having it. She screamed and cried and yelled and announced, "I do not want this" about a million times.

But those nurses are sneaky.

So today Marina was all fevery and crabby and blah. At one point I looked in the playroom and she was just laying there on the floor, her belly on the ground and her arms and legs spread out like a starfish.

Then her mood just oozed onto all of us. And there was no food in the house. And the Padres lost. And that was the first day of our vacation.