Tully in Training: Who's training who?: Christmas 2014

Hi everyone, it's me Gillian.

By now, many of you have heard some tales of the Tully's Christmas Vacation. Let's play FACT OR FICTION to determine what was true!

Fact or Fiction:
I threw up as soon as we boarded the plane, but only after declaring: "Done, done, plane! Go home now!"

FACT. Don't forget that I also woke up covered from head to toe in vomit 15 minutes before we were supposed to leave for our flight. All of my crib friends spent the week soaking in a bucket in the basement.

Fact or Fiction:
I wore Bryce's pants home from the airport.

FACT.

Fact or Fiction:
Mommy got my special "bug" and claims not to remember being in Florida.

FACT

You get where this is going! We had a few mishaps this holiday season, and for those interested in the conclusion of our trip to Florida, I 'll share some highlights from the flight home:

I drank a liter of agua and was soaked from my ankles to my neck by the time we landed in NY.

I got in an altercation with mommy over who got to squeeze the Coconut Curry Rice Squeeze Pack (GILLY DO!!! GILLY DO!!!!) and I ended up squeezing it all over me, mommy and the 31st row of the airplane that we banished ourselves to. Here is me right before landing with my 25th cup of agua:

As you can see, no matter how tumultuous our travels, the bow stays in place!

Brycie Boy screamed the last 15 minutes of the flight and 3/4 of the drive back home from the airport. The car service driver informed mommy that he has two kids and his wife never let them cry when they were babies. Thank you!