That title may sound like a bad Vin Diesel movie, but it was my last week. We are back from vacation. Again, for the six of you out there reading my blog, a few of you may not have known that my husband took me to
Cabo for our five year wedding anniversary. I have two words for all of you (actually 1?): ALL-INCLUSIVE. Meals? Included. Drinks? Included. Room Service? Included. I SWAM up to the bar for a FREE drink. For those of you who may have enjoyed the phenomenon known as "all-inclusive," I realize you may be amused by my amazement. You must understand that it has been a while since anyone has served me an
alcoholic beverage; and no one has ever had the pleasure of serving me POOLSIDE. I apologize for the need to use cap locks profusely. I shall change the subject now.
Upon arriving Stateside, we picked up our boys and headed to Portland for a weekend of family fun (because hotels, toddlers, and luggage up the
ying/yang for two days CAN be fun, I assure you). Saturday was the zoo. Chase is the perfect age for this sort of thing. He loved being right
up close to the animals through glass. He
could've stayed at the penguin tank all day. We then headed to the Children's Museum next door. We had a good time, but people began to get cranky. Included is a picture of Hayden there before diapers, hunger, and fatigue became issues.
Had we had enough fun yet? No way! Sunday we headed to Hood River to have our long anticipated, "Day Out With Thomas." Prior to boarding the passenger cars pulled by the famous engine, we engaged in some Thomas
schenanigans. These included, but were not limited to purchasing expensive items in gift shop, obtaining balloon animals which teething little brothers will pop at a later date, and playing with
pre-structured wooden Thomas tracks that will not be ours too keep. Here you see Chase's first tattoo: James the red engine (we will cry when his face rubs off in the tub three days later).
We boarded the train with the "real" Thomas engine (which doesn't really pull the train, but let's keep that information on the
DL), for a 30-minute ride through the Hood River scenery. Thomas music played throughout the journey, and everyone
received their co-engineer certificates signed by Sir
Toppomhatt himself. I realize this means nothing to you if you are not familiar with the inhabitants of the Island of
Sodor, but trust me, someone is sleeping with that certificate right now. And after that? A quick stop at "
HappyDonald's," and a grueling five-hour car ride home. Worth all the tears, yawns, and fits about never returning to the hotel elevator? Completely. But I am ever so glad to be home.
That title may sound like a bad Vin Diesel movie, but it was my last week. We are back from vacation. Again, for the six of you out there reading my blog, a few of you may not have known that my husband took me to Cabo for our five year wedding anniversary. I have two words for all of you (actually 1?): ALL-INCLUSIVE. Meals? Included. Drinks? Included. Room Service? Included. I SWAM up to the bar for a FREE drink. For those of you who may have enjoyed the phenomenon known as "all-inclusive," I realize you may be amused by my amazement. You must understand that it has been a while since anyone has served me an alcoholic beverage; and no one has ever had the pleasure of serving me POOLSIDE. I apologize for the need to use cap locks profusely. I shall change the subject now.
Upon arriving Stateside, we picked up our boys and headed to Portland for a weekend of family fun (because hotels, toddlers, and luggage up the ying/yang for two days CAN be fun, I assure you). Saturday was the zoo. Chase is the perfect age for this sort of thing. He loved being right
up close to the animals through glass. He could've stayed at the penguin tank all day. We then headed to the Children's Museum next door. We had a good time, but people began to get cranky. Included is a picture of Hayden there before diapers, hunger, and fatigue became issues.
Had we had enough fun yet? No way! Sunday we headed to Hood River to have our long anticipated, "Day Out With Thomas." Prior to boarding the passenger cars pulled by the famous engine, we engaged in some Thomas schenanigans. These included, but were not limited to purchasing expensive items in gift shop, obtaining balloon animals which teething little brothers will pop at a later date, and playing with pre-structured wooden Thomas tracks that will not be ours too keep. Here you see Chase's first tattoo: James the red engine (we will cry when his face rubs off in the tub three days later).
We boarded the train with the "real" Thomas engine (which doesn't really pull the train, but let's keep that information on the DL), for a 30-minute ride through the Hood River scenery. Thomas music played throughout the journey, and everyone received their co-engineer certificates signed by Sir Toppomhatt himself. I realize this means nothing to you if you are not familiar with the inhabitants of the Island of Sodor, but trust me, someone is sleeping with that certificate right now. And after that? A quick stop at "HappyDonald's," and a grueling five-hour car ride home. Worth all the tears, yawns, and fits about never returning to the hotel elevator? Completely. But I am ever so glad to be home.
