Last weekend the four of us spent the night at the fabulous Trump Hotel downtown Chicago. A few months ago I was filled with the desire to carve out a little time for our immediate family to be alone, just us, and see alittle of the city at the same time. The internet was helpful in finding a dirt cheap rate on one night, and we figured out ahead of time where we wanted to park, and eat (always of utmost importance to me).
Timing things around the kid's naps was tricky, but the memories and time away were so worth the effort it took to pack and get there. We left our house in the late morning and stopped first at the Macy's (it physically hurts me to say the store's name, I am still bitter about the Marshall Field's sell out) on State to shop for an ornament to help represent 2010. No luck, even after scouring seven floors. We did get to visit the three story Christmas tree in the Walnut Room, where I reminisced about eating pancakes with my cousins year after year until we got too old to want to crawl out of bed at 5 am to be the first ones in line for breakfast on a cold Saturday morning.
We called down to request a pack and play, and within 5 minutes there was a knock on the door. The guy brought up a beautiful wooden crib, filled with a mini terry cloth bathrobe, mini slippers, rubber ducks and bath toys, baby toiletries AND a diaper genie. Seriously. This hotel is so kid friendly, I'd almost leave my children there.
After dinner, originally we were going to walk over to Zoo Lights at Lincoln Park Zoo. However, the 10 degree temps and tired kids led us to decide otherwise. We drove by it, sighed at how cool it looked and pulled up in front of Fox and Obel where I ran in to buy cookies, chocolate Oberweis milk bottles and gummy bears for our movie. Santa had delivered a wrapped copy of Toy Story 3 to our hotel room for Sam, it was all he wanted to do/see after he opened it. "Sam, do you want to go swimming?" "No, can I watch Toy Story 3?" "Sam, let's go to the zoo and see the animals!" "Can we go back to our sleepover room and watch Toy Story 3?" Remind me next time to not let him open something until right before he can enjoy it. Stupid.
We got back to the hotel around 6:30 pm, ready to get cozy, and found these trays of hand crafted treats for the kids. Are you kidding me? Is that Sam's name scripted in chocolate?? Who are these people? It was the cutest thing ever, I think I took more pictures of these bedtime treats then I did of our family. So impressive and fun.
Tub time next, and after putting Charlotte down in her crib, where she peered at us through the slats for 90 minutes, we all cuddled up into one of the queen sized, incredibly cozy, covered-in-inches-of-down beds, surrounded ourselves with gummy's and cookies, and watched the movie. Looking around at my little family, at Sam's rosy hot cheeks and the look of utter contentment on Scott's face, I felt happier then I think I've ever felt, aside from my wedding day and the births of our two children. Such joy, to have it be just us, something we've never experienced before. Lights out at 9:15pm and all's well.
Until 1:15 am when I awoke with a start and couldn't for the life of me fall back asleep. Why is that? Is it because you're in an unfamiliar place? My children were sound asleep, the bed was comfy, I had no good reason. Oh well, I laid there until 6 am when I couldn't take it anymore and whispered to Scott that it was my turn to enjoy the $15,000 Kohler Shower.
60 minutes of pure joy, I think that was the most pampered I've ever felt in my life. Aloe face mask on in the steam room? Check. Wash it off in the shower? Check. Hang out in the sauna? Check. Lovely exfoliating body scrub in the shower? Check. Little wooden bowl of extravagant body butter to smear on last? Check. And it was all "free!" Well, included in the cost of the room at least. People, you need to go to this hotel, Orbitz, Priceline, however you do it, GO THERE.
Kids were up when I got back so we dressed and headed out to breakfast at our favorite spot again, Fox and Obel. We always make a point to stroll by their famous meat section, one of the few places in town that the retail person can buy prime, dry aged beef. The butcher had a sense of humor today, someone took the time to sculpt a pig's head out of their house made sausage. Ha. ha. French toast, caramel lattes, double baked almond croissants and whoops, my pants suddenly felt tight and it was only 8:45 a.m.
Sam and I headed out into the cold, quiet city that Saturday morning, looking for something to do while Charlotte took her morning nap in the room, Scott reading the Wall Street Journal beside her. Not much is open before 9 am in the Loop on a Saturday. Borders was open though, and after a six block freezing walk where my 36 lb. toddler made me carry him most of the way (helping to burn off a croissant, hopefully), we holed up on the 2nd floor in the Children's section, reading books, playing with toys, and chasing each other through the empty store.
We waved at the Channel 7 News anchormen and women on the way back, one of the cameramen turned around and pointed to the ground where Sam had lost his mitten. Maybe that's why my poor kid was so cold. Oh well, he survived.
We packed it up, said goodbye to all the doormen who called to us by name and begged Sam for high fives, chose an ugly, bright green glass ornament with Donald Trump's name all over it to remember the trip by and headed home.