must...nuke...cheese

“At least they didn’t kick us out,” Twin B. commented on our way out of the hotel. I had mentioned to the noisy boys coming in that they needed to be on their best behavior. Too much noise and the hotel manager may ask us to leave––after all, he had hundreds of guests to consider, not just us. Apparently the message stuck, since B. still remembered it four days later.

We spent the better part of our spring break in Indianapolis. The boys all loved the children’s museum and zoo, swimming at our hotel, and having breakfast in the lobby. “I’ll have two eggs over runny on top of pancakes, with bacon on the side,” Twin B. announced one morning on his way down the elevator. When you're six, just being able to order up whatever kind of breakfast you'd like is pretty exciting. Then again, it's pretty exciting at thirty-five too. Especially when I don't have to do the dishes afterwards.

And then there was the bird. Sweetie lives in the hotel lobby, and baby b. was quite taken with him. He spent many of his waking moments wanting to watch the bird. From a distance, since his loud squawk scared him to tears. But he couldn’t stay away. Even from our room he could hear the bird squawk and he always ran to the door. “Bird! Bird!” he pointed.



And when he wasn’t after the bird, he was busy trying to nuke a piece of cheese. Because, of course, the microwave and refrigerator were conveniently located at toddler level.



Why? Why do otherwise family-friendly hotels do things like this?

All in all, a great trip. We even managed to make it home in almost five hours. Which is something considering that Indianapolis is only three-and-a-half hours away.