Mom and Dad realized quickly that the definition of "vacation" changes when 2 young children are involved. Parents of said children actually come home more exhausted than when they left. The silver lining comes in the form of precious little moments, like the night Mom and I walked down to see the sunset.
See the tiny orange spot in the background? That was our sunset.
Booooring.... So, I chased a freaky bird down the beach.
We had some good times, like our early morning walks to the pier.
This week Ryan decided that 5:30am was a good time to wake us up in our shared bedroom. We were irritated at first... until he stood at the side of his pack-n-play and said "Mama?" for the first time. Thirteen months and he already knows how to melt Mom and get whatever he wants.
One morning Dad waded out under the pier to cut fishing line to free a tangled pelican.
It was exciting, not just for all those fishermen to see Dad's hairy chest in the sunrise, but to see that pelican turn and try to attack him!
There were some challenges through the week, like Ryan's ear infection (made him a miserably sad baby), my throwing up on the last night (cheese pizza strikes again, just like Cape Cod!), and the day Ryan tried to give Mom a stroke by running out the unlocked back door onto the second story set of
ungated Stairs From Hell.
Thank goodness for the laughs: the wounded soldier water bottles every morning, the haunted coffee pot, the fact that the girl (Julie!) caught all the big fish on the fishing trip, and the jigsaw puzzle.
Honorable mentions: entertainment from our little ham:
Ryan Can't Stop Spinning,
discovering the magic of
Wii:
Kalyn and Kelsey Dance Party, the pirate map that lead me on a treasure hunt to little prizes, like this
Merida wig,
and, with a Date Night, it became a
great family vacation!
Mom and Dad realized quickly that the definition of "vacation" changes when 2 young children are involved. Parents of said children actually come home more exhausted than when they left. The silver lining comes in the form of precious little moments, like the night Mom and I walked down to see the sunset. 
See the tiny orange spot in the background? That was our sunset. Booooring.... So, I chased a freaky bird down the beach. 
We had some good times, like our early morning walks to the pier. 
This week Ryan decided that 5:30am was a good time to wake us up in our shared bedroom. We were irritated at first... until he stood at the side of his pack-n-play and said "Mama?" for the first time. Thirteen months and he already knows how to melt Mom and get whatever he wants.
One morning Dad waded out under the pier to cut fishing line to free a tangled pelican. 
It was exciting, not just for all those fishermen to see Dad's hairy chest in the sunrise, but to see that pelican turn and try to attack him!
There were some challenges through the week, like Ryan's ear infection (made him a miserably sad baby), my throwing up on the last night (cheese pizza strikes again, just like Cape Cod!), and the day Ryan tried to give Mom a stroke by running out the unlocked back door onto the second story set of ungated Stairs From Hell. 
Thank goodness for the laughs: the wounded soldier water bottles every morning, the haunted coffee pot, the fact that the girl (Julie!) caught all the big fish on the fishing trip, and the jigsaw puzzle. 
Honorable mentions: entertainment from our little ham: Ryan Can't Stop Spinning,
discovering the magic of Wii: Kalyn and Kelsey Dance Party, the pirate map that lead me on a treasure hunt to little prizes, like this Merida wig,
and, with a Date Night, it became a great family vacation!
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