Aloha! It feels like I haven't written forever, but that's because I was on vacation in Maui! We flew in on the red eye last night, and so I'm feeling a little red-eyed. Pardon the incoherence. Despite sleeping only about five hours last night, the boys are shockingly energetic and pleasant, which indicates that a ball must be about to drop. I am also about to drop but wanted to give an update on my lovely, lovely vacation. As my friend Marilyn mentioned recently, it's easy to get verklempt about the passage of time and formerly chubby cheeks and adorable mispronunciations, but when it comes to travel, older kids are the bomb. There was a family - and I mean, parents, plus grandparents, plus two uncles - with one small child at the condominium pool, and all the adults were chasing and doting on and pacifying said small child. Someone was always following closely, making sure she didn't tumble into the pool, or slip on the cement, or drown in the hot tub, or eat a plant. It reminded me of how busy that age was and how un-relaxing a vacation could be. It also reminded me that I don't remember anything that happened from 2005-2007, since that little girl was 17 months, and Jake was born when Mark was 17 1/2 months. I was chatting with the mother and mentioned this, and she said emphatically "Well, she sure has put our plans to have other children on hold indefinitely!", which seemed somewhat extreme. In any case, between that family and another mother with three small children - who said to me "I'm still cooking dinner, doing dishes, and folding laundry. How is this a vacation?" - I was feeling pretty excellent about my children who could be in the pool with only marginal supervision and who weren't about to eat sand.
Look at them hanging out at the hot tub like little old men.
It was a fabulous vacation, complete with marginally supervising the children:
Where are the children? I don't actually know. A lot of time was spent at the beach
where I got to ogle all the sexy men:
Is it horrible to post a picture of this guy? Because he reminded me of Saturday Night Fever. You can't tell in this picture but he had a ginormous gold chain on, plus hair like a silver John Travolta, plus - PLUS - his swimsuit was fluorescent animal patterned on the front only. But you know what? I give him points for confidence. Rock it!
We watched the sunset, and also were entertained by the kite flying and pick up volleyball games:
It wasn't all warmth and sunshine though. My husband wanted to drive to the top of Halekala volcano, where it was over 10,000 feet of elevation, 36 degrees Fahrenheit, wet, and windy:
I also re-discovered a universal truth: one cannot eat and or drink whatever one wants whenever one wants without consequences. Related: drinking three beers while barbequing every night, plus wine, plus umbrella drinks, may be excessive.
That photo was for my girlfriend - she knows who she is - who wasn't there to help me drink those giant bottles. I had to do it myself.
Finally, we had fun exploring new places and spending massive amounts of time together with a minimum of discord.
Shorts without pockets? Is this an inside joke? Or does it just mean no shorts without pockets? I DON'T GET IT. Also, since this refers to guys only, does that mean the ladies can party in bikinis after 9 pm? I'm guessing yes.