Vacation Bliss

So....vacation.  It was 4 weeks ago and feels like a lifetime away.  It was the most relaxed and carefree I have been in a long time.  But of course as soon as I found myself back within 10 miles of home, all holy hell broke loose and it is back to the daily grind.  Perhaps more stress then I left with actually.  But I guess thats always the way.

OhMyGawd you guys.  Our house was f-ing amazing.  I want to live in this house for the rest of my life.  The balconies.  The ocean breeze.  The hardwood floors and hot tub.  The first night Wyatt and I got to enjoy an ocean view room (Just cause not everyone was there yet.  Evidently, ocean view rooms where saved for the "adults", whatever that means.)  It was blissful.  Sounds of the ocean lulling us to sleep. The cool beach breeze blowing the curtains. The sunrise over the water. Totally an indication on how the rest of the week would pan out.

Wyatt was in his element. He would wander to the beach after his daily pancake breakfast.  "Mom, I'm hungry.  I want pancakes." was the daily request. When he was done with the beach he would move to the house. Then the hot tub which we lowered to a balmy 80 degrees. Then to one of the upper decks for some puzzles.  He was so content to wander around from person to person.  Wyatt and cousin William were amazing.  They got along so well.  They got on the top bunk of the bunk beds with Mike and were playing delivery trucks.  Seeing Michael trying to keep up with 2 truck loving boys was hilarious. I have to admit I think Wyatt's most favorite day was at the hotel during the black out.  He ran up and down the hallways with a flash light for HOURS.  Ohh right. And there was that time in the lobby while we were playing scrabble that he asked "Did you spell Vagina? You spelled vagina, right?" in his loudest voice possible.  Yes!  That was memorable!  I actually spelled Vampire, which I thought would be equally impressive.  Evidently not as impressive as a 3 year old yelling vagina in a generator powered lobby filled with hurricane displaced people.

Lizzy tried to wake board. It was a huge failure. I have a thousand pictures of her laying in the sand.  Most of the family watched and heckled.  Because, seriously you guys, it looks like it should be so easy. In all fairness, I tried as well and I believe there might be a shot video of me EATING IT and then letting the wake board float out into sea.  I think James was the only person that really got it.  Trust me guys.  It is WAY harding then it looks.

There was an EPIC game of drunken Jenga.  Honestly, it was an impressive game regardless of the drinks consumed which I think makes it more impressive that the game lasted so long.  I took a ton of pictures and most of them are hysterical for the faces of the people in the background.  Take this one of Tim for instant.  Brilliant.  I think the best block was STFU which had everyone screaming "Shut the Fuck Up" at everyone else.  Or maybe the accent block which had Michael imitating an Indian/English accent and mumbling about elephants.  But I think them most memorable game moment was on our last night playing Catch Phrase.  Tim was trying to get Dad to say Guerilla Warfare.  Tim goes "Very sneaky fighting through the jungle. A huge monkey with a banana."  Dad just sat there for 5 minutes looking blankly.  We were trying to finish all the beer before we left, but still, thats no excuse.

This requires a little back story. About 3 months ago, Wyatt, Mom and I were in OshKosh and I just went up to pay when Wyatt ran up to me with these "sparkle shoes".  They looked like Chucks but are silver and sparkly with pink stretchy laces.  I didn't really care that he wanted the sparkle shoes.  I would have bought them for him.  But I'm cheap and they were $32.  I don't think I would even spend that much on shoes for myself.  He threw a fit.  I had to carry him out of the store crying.  I thought he would forget about it by the time we got home.  He didn't.  Because he has an amazing memory.  Every time a package arrived at the door he asked if they were his sparkle shoes.  While in NC, he tried to get into a locked closet, insisting that his sparkle shoes where in there.  I tried to appease him with different sparkle shoes from Sears.  He was not impressed and not fooled.  "Those are not MY sparkle shoes."  In a crazy turn of fate, while shopping, I found Wyatt's Sparkle Shoes on sale for $15 in NC.  I was going to wait for Santa to bring them but I couldn't stand it.  I gave them to him the moment I walked in the door.  With the whole family there to witness the joy on his face and then a little annoyance when I couldn't get them on his feet fast enough.  It was LOVE.  He loves these shoes. He insisted on wearing them on the first day of school. Wyatt, my love, you ROCK those shoes.