We're in Florida! It's been a fun if exhausting family trip thus far, initiated with a bravely booked red-eye flight, where both boys actually did sleep a bit -- though my plan to tire them out with play time at the SeaTac play area didn't seem to work for O, who was chatty and asking for entertainment for the first few hours of the flight. Mima has been tremendously helpful as well in both navigating her old stomping grounds and providing a good bit of extra zone defense for the high energy boys. We weren't able to get our five seats together (in fact, we weren't even able to get O and me adjacent seats at all; despite repeated calls to the airline in the months/weeks before, it still came down to him and me standing at the gate waiting for them to shuffle around seating so our two year old didn't have to sit alone. Silliness.), and O occasionally checked the seat behind him and then reported back to me that "that girl is not mommy. She's a little bit scary!"
Upon arrival in Miami, we grabbed our rental (Z and O: "grey car!"; when we initially had trouble squeezing in, they offered me an upgrade to a black Charger and I had a momentary image of being in some kind of
Burn Notice parody; the ladies sorted things out though) and headed up for the first of many tasty
food stops for breakfast. Then it was onward to visit nanny and poppy. The boys have been having a great time, and yes, they did get to "swim in nanny and poppy's pool", which Z in particular had been talking about for weeks. On the minus side, the pool edge had an extra lip on it that caused a slightly scary O head bonk when he stumbled out at one point -- the many retirees of the community offered advice and help (and were impressively non-judgmental), but he recovered well. The hotel has been a hit with the boys as well, with scenic views of two major roads and a freeway.
The boys have been mildly obsessesed since we first announced our trip with "swimming with the fish". I've tried to explain that this doesn't really mean what they think it means, but whatever -- today was a beach day (and at 95 degrees by 10 am, where else would one go?), and we happily pointed out as they first set foot in the water a couple of small fish swimming around nearby.
The beach turned out to be quite a success, with much swimming, playing in the sand (actual sandcastle building was mostly a destructive effort), and snacks in the excellent tent we borrowed from friends J and S. Then it was back to the hotel for an attempted nap; for dinner we decided to go
low-key, but at precisely the same time that we got out of the car at the restaurant, got caught up in the daily late-afternoon torrential thunderstorm and everyone got soaked. Still, hot mac and cheese, french fries, and an apple turnover are always good antidotes to wet weather, and our evening closed out back at the hotel with bathtime (featuring a pair of brand new Cars washcloths), stories, and sleep.
We're in Florida! It's been a fun if exhausting family trip thus far, initiated with a bravely booked red-eye flight, where both boys actually did sleep a bit -- though my plan to tire them out with play time at the SeaTac play area didn't seem to work for O, who was chatty and asking for entertainment for the first few hours of the flight. Mima has been tremendously helpful as well in both navigating her old stomping grounds and providing a good bit of extra zone defense for the high energy boys. We weren't able to get our five seats together (in fact, we weren't even able to get O and me adjacent seats at all; despite repeated calls to the airline in the months/weeks before, it still came down to him and me standing at the gate waiting for them to shuffle around seating so our two year old didn't have to sit alone. Silliness.), and O occasionally checked the seat behind him and then reported back to me that "that girl is not mommy. She's a little bit scary!"
Upon arrival in Miami, we grabbed our rental (Z and O: "grey car!"; when we initially had trouble squeezing in, they offered me an upgrade to a black Charger and I had a momentary image of being in some kind of Burn Notice parody; the ladies sorted things out though) and headed up for the first of many tasty food stops for breakfast. Then it was onward to visit nanny and poppy. The boys have been having a great time, and yes, they did get to "swim in nanny and poppy's pool", which Z in particular had been talking about for weeks. On the minus side, the pool edge had an extra lip on it that caused a slightly scary O head bonk when he stumbled out at one point -- the many retirees of the community offered advice and help (and were impressively non-judgmental), but he recovered well. The hotel has been a hit with the boys as well, with scenic views of two major roads and a freeway.
The boys have been mildly obsessesed since we first announced our trip with "swimming with the fish". I've tried to explain that this doesn't really mean what they think it means, but whatever -- today was a beach day (and at 95 degrees by 10 am, where else would one go?), and we happily pointed out as they first set foot in the water a couple of small fish swimming around nearby.
The beach turned out to be quite a success, with much swimming, playing in the sand (actual sandcastle building was mostly a destructive effort), and snacks in the excellent tent we borrowed from friends J and S. Then it was back to the hotel for an attempted nap; for dinner we decided to go low-key, but at precisely the same time that we got out of the car at the restaurant, got caught up in the daily late-afternoon torrential thunderstorm and everyone got soaked. Still, hot mac and cheese, french fries, and an apple turnover are always good antidotes to wet weather, and our evening closed out back at the hotel with bathtime (featuring a pair of brand new Cars washcloths), stories, and sleep.
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