Sophie!

OK, I need to revise the highlights of our vacation to add one final bullet:
– coming home from work tonight and hearing Sophie, as I’m getting out of the car, screaming in excitement at my arrival. When I walked in the door, she ran over to me and gave me such a big hug I lost my balance and almost fell on my ass.
That was a really super end to a great vacation.
On the other hand, when I called Chloe to hear her voice after one whole week without hearing her voice, she tossed me aside after one minute because she didn’t want to miss her TV show. I suspect that as much as she loves me, she won’t be nearly as excited to see me when I pick her up next Saturday as I’ll be to see her. Oh well. One kid out of two ain’t bad.

We’re Back!

Boy, did that go fast. At this time last week, the ship was leaving Miami on its way to Grand Cayman.

We had a great time. Missed the girls, especially towards the end of the trip, but I have to admit that it was so very nice to do the things that we wanted to do, when we wanted to do them. Never in a million years would we have been able to take the girls ziplining in Belize (yes, that’s me in the photo) or take a 7-hour excursion to see the Mayan ruins in Tulum, Mexico in 100+ degree heat. That gorgeous beach in the photo above was the view from the ruins – it’s no wonder the Mayans considered Tulum a sacred site. The setting was breathtaking.

We enjoyed the cruise itself, even though it was very crowded. 3600 passengers, 1/3 of whom were kids. How nice that none of the 1,200 children was our responsibility!

Some highlights:

– Trying snuba for the first time in Grand Cayman. A cross between snorkeling and scuba – we were able to dive about 20 feet below the surface of the water and see a shipwreck. The oxygen tank was on a raft floating above us and we breathed through a hose that was attached to the tank by a very long cable.

– Ziplining in the Belizean jungle. Very cool. Very fast. Very high. I was a little disappointed not to see more wildlife, except for mosquitoes.

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– Not getting eaten alive by the mosquitoes while ziplining. In fact, not one bite. That’s never happened to me before – I’m usually their dessert. Our avoidance of a mosquito attack was entirely due to my super-duper chemical Deet spray.

– Spending quality time with the hubby.

– The Mayan ruins in Tulum – as I said, just a beautiful setting. But so freakin’ hot. We took a ferry from Cozumel to Playa del Carmen on the mainland. There were lots of new hotels there and it would probably be a great place to take the kids.

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– Placing third in the cruise’s blackjack tournament. Came very close to winning $500, but got slammed with a horrible last hand. Oh well. It was fun while it lasted. And I did win some tacky Carnival giveaways.

– Getting a facial and a massage. How relaxing!

– Leaving work and everyday stress behind.

Tomorrow we reunite with Sophie. Yeah! Chloe is with her great-aunt and great-uncle for another week, attending day camp there. I’ll fetch her next weekend. And I can’t wait to see them both. Because as much fun as it was to get away for the week, it’ll be really nice to give them hugs again.

Eight More Hours

The countdown continues. Eight hours until we leave for the airport. We can’t wait. Other than a Sophie carsick puking incident in the parking lot of a Burger King in the Poconos, my mom’s trip with the girls up to Ithaca went without a hitch. I was glad to hear that the car ride wasn’t irreversibly marred by throw up in the back seat and proud of Sophie for waiting to hit blacktop before gagging it up.
Not sure if I’ll be able to blog while I’m gone. Actually, not sure I’ll want to blog while I’m gone, since this is a vacation without the girls! But we’ll see. If I’m inspired and can get decent enough Internet access, I may just have to upload a few photos of the sights to make everyone jealous.
To tide you all over, here’s another Sophie dancing special. Enjoy!
Ciao!

31 Hours

31 hours until we leave for the airport for our vacation. Can’t wait. Am counting down. The girls are packed and ready to go tomorrow morning with their Grammy.

We’re not packed yet, but I bought three, yes three, adorable dresses today at a local shop. Dresses I would have never considered had I just seen them on a rack. But in my less-than-two-days-to-go desperation, I tried on everything the owner of the store suggested. And couldn’t decide which one to buy. So I bought all of them. I am now officially ready to go to dinner on the ship.
Can’t forget to make sure Sophie has her towel and her Shirley tomorrow morning. Because to forget them would mean certain disaster for my mom. Other than that, we’re ready to ship Chloe and Sophie out the door. With an encouraging little hug and shove, if need be. Caribbean, here we come!

Sophie Tells Her First Jokes


Knock, knock. Who’s there? Banana. Banana Who? Banana window.

Knock, knock. Who’s there? Couch. Couch who? Couch toesies.
Knock, knock. Who’s there? Legos. Legos who? Legos Chloe.
Knock, knock. Who’s there? Window. Window who? Window garbage.
OK – I don’t get them either. But she had herself in stitches. So they must have been funny. I guess they’re too sophisticated for my 40-year old brain.

Five Days and Counting

Until our first vacation without the girls since we became parents. Cruise, here we come. Beach on an island off the Honduran coast (ok – our timing is a little off with the military coup and all, but the ship is still planning to go there), Snuba in the Cayman Islands, Mayan ruins in Mexico and ziplining in Belize, here we come!

I can’t believe we’re actually doing this. Abandoning the kids with my mom for a whole week. One whole week. We’ll be able to do whatever we want, when we want, for one whole week.

If I want to go to the gym, I can. If I want to sit in the hot tub for an hour, I can. If I want to take a long nap, I can. If I want to have ice cream or cake and not worry about sharing, I can. If I want to sit at the blackjack table at noon, I can. No worrying about forgetting Sophie’s towels or her Shirley, or Chloe refusing to do something when asked. Like brush her teeth or take a bath.
The last vacation we took as a couple was to Jamaica in March 2000. Around the time I became pregnant with Chloe (although I don’t think it happened there). In any case, that was more than nine years ago. I was 31 years old then. Clinton was still President. Wow. I think we’ve waited long enough for this.

She’s BAAAAACK!

Chloe came home from her long weekend at her friend’s grandparent’s house dirty and exhausted. She had a fantastic time. Her first request in the door, at 7 pm, was to watch a movie. Our answer, of course, was no – and we knew that our darling Chloe was back. She was not happy. And when we told her she absolutely needed to bathe before bed, she was furious. Never mind that she hadn’t bathed in days (whoever said that girls are more concerned about their hygiene than boys is not living on the same planet I inhabit).

She let out the scream heard around the world. And didn’t let up. Not even when her Papa picked her up, fully clothed, and stood her in the bathtub (which didn’t yet have any water) to make the point that no matter how many policemen came in response to 911 calls, she would take her bath tonight. I finally got her undressed and started the water flowing. And she finally realized that the bath was inevitable.
In the blink of an eye, she went from outraged 8-year old to chatterbox 8-year old. Telling me about all the fun she had the last few days. And during those few minutes, I managed to sanitize her. And by 8:05 pm, without even glancing at her latest book, she was fast asleep.

Pink Nail Polish!

Yes, this is the Pink Me Not blog. And I have a 3-year old daughter who’s obsessed with the color pink. Pink clothes, pink underwear, pink stuffed animals, pink flowers, pink, pink, pink. Puke me pink.

Grammy bought Sophie pink nail polish this evening so that our dear cousin can paint not just her fingernails but her toenails tomorrow morning. Miraculously enough, she was willing to wait until the morning to have her mani/pedi. “My nails won’t dry in time,” she reasonably noted, if she were to have her 15 minutes of beauty just before bedtime.
Needless to say, Sophie just went to bed a very happy person. And she’s going to have very pink dreams tonight.

It’s a Sophie Weekend

It’s quiet around here. Not as quiet as I would have thought, but quiet nonetheless. Chloe is away for the weekend at her friend’s grandparents’ house. Until Sunday. Woo-hoo!
Do I miss Chloe? Of course. But am I glad to have some special time with little Sophie? You bet. Sophie had her little tantrum bouts this evening, but at least there was no fighting. No baiting. No teasing. No stealing toys. No child-on-child torture.
I think Sophie is going to enjoy the attention over the next few days. I know I’m going to enjoy giving it to her.

Could Summer Finally Be Here?

It was Chloe’s last day of school today. That didn’t prevent the rain from pouring down. But dare I hope that we might finally have a weekend with sunshine and warm temperatures? I’m probably jinxing it by even writing about it, but I am sooooo sick of the rain. I don’t recall experiencing so many days of rain in one month. If I didn’t have a sense of direction, I’d wake up thinking we were living in Seattle.

But we don’t live in Seattle. And there’s sun at the end of the tunnel. I just know it. And if we can make it to the swim club this weekend, we’ll be very, very happy. At this point, I don’t even care how cold the water is. The summer is 1/3 of the way over. It’s about time we had the weather to enjoy it.

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