I am thankful for an absolutely relaxing, refreshing, darn-near-perfect, and bawl-your-eyes-out-when-it's-time-to-leave vacation. I am thankful for a week away from it all surrounded by family. I'm thankful for morning coffee, good books, and the sound of the ocean roaring in the background. I'm thankful for sunscreen with bug spray. I am thankful for beach bicycle riding, which reminded me that I have muscles in places that I had long forgotten, (they did not shy from making themselves known after the first day of riding--every time I took a step my butt cheeks alternately screamed...) I am thankful for kid-sized grocery carts at the island store. I am thankful for the simple joy that comes with sticking your toes in the sand and wiggling them until they disappear. I am thankful for time spent on the screened in porch with my Mom -- tossing back Starbucks and pouring over the latest magazines. I am thankful for the feeling of a warm, slightly wet toddler crawling up into my lap every day for "hold me time". I am thankful for a husband that, on our 'date' night --thanks Mom -- orders both of the desserts that I couldn't decide between. I am thankful for a nearly painless drive home; I swear I'm going to bring his kid potty the next time we go anywhere. I will NEVER use another truck stop bathroom. (It was hard to explain to the Muffin that you won't get a toy out of a coin condom machine.) I am thankful to be home, although my stomach is already beginning to hurt at the thought of returning to work and reality tomorrow. *Sigh* I am thankful for today.
Some Vacay Highlights:
A Giraffe named "Jenny"
Someone had left behind an inflatable kiddie pool that looked like a giraffe. We had the bright idea to throw it in the big pool and let the Muffin float around in it. An instant bond was formed. I had the great idea to talk in a different voice and pretend that I was "Jenny", with the result that for the remainder of our vacation, I had to talk like a mouse sucking helium every day for a week. Every time we went to the pool, the Muffin would run screaming for Jenny. "Hi 'dere Jenny. I'm back! Did you miss me?" (Insert my rat/helium chirp here -- "Why HI there! Of course I missed you!") We couldn't leave the pool until the Muffin had hugged Jenny, put her back in her special corner for a 'nap', and assured her repeatedly -- sometimes even yelling out his promises all the way across the parking lot -- that he would be back to see her tomorrow and not to be scared. My sweet goodness, I'll never pretend to be another animal as long as I live.
Peeing on the Putting Green
We decided to have a nice dinner at the clubhouse at a nearby golf course. Let me set this up for you. We're talking swank here. MAJOR swank. Like the kind where the waiter has to clear his throat for you to scoot back so he can put your napkin in your lap (I thought he just had a frog in his throat -- he ended up just laying mine on the table next to me). Or where your heart starts beating fast because you're not sure if you're supposed to start with the big fork on the end or the little fork in the middle, and you don't want to look like a back-country bumpkin in front of everyone. (We gave up on that pretty quickly -- once back-country, always back-country I guess....) Apparently -- and according to their doormat -- the PGA was held there a couple of years back and will be held there again in a few more years. Although I'm not a golfer and this really didn't impress me, the ritz factor was decidedly upped for the gentlemen in our party. We're well into dinner when the Muffin informs me that he has to pee. As I'm trying to gather my things up he hops off the patio where we were eating, (right next to the 18th hole), jumps down onto the green, and proceeds to remove his pants. "Mommy--look at me! I'm gonna pee-pee in 'dis gwass! Oohh, it so pretty!" Cue the silence. Seriously. No more clinking silverware, No background chatter. Just red-faced me and my offspring who's trying to take a leak on a bajillion dollar golf green. Nice. Thankfully, I did catch him and scuttle off to the bathroom, where upon relieving himself, he cried for half an hour in protest. "NOOOoo! All my pee-pee is gone! I NEED to pee on 'dat gwass Mamma! Get me more pee-pee!"
Quote of the Week:
"OOOhh, pool, you feel me COLD!" -- Squealed as his stepped into the pool for the first time that day.
At the tide pools -- one of our most favorite places.
Kid-sized carts...pure genius!
The Mat -- told you it was swanky.
This would be right before he jumped down onto the green to pee...
"Jenny"
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