Several months ago I was lamenting about how I hadn’t been on a vacation in over a year. Well after a month of traveling all over the eastern side of this great country, I am officially ready to be home and settled back into my mundane routine.
I’m sure in a couple of weeks those words will come back to bite me, but for now, I’m ready for normal bed times and my makeup back in its designated drawer. The past few days I’ve been taking pleasure in the simple things like a baby-proofed house with toy stations in each room or just knowing where all the dishes are in my kitchen…and don’t forget, the Tivo. That by itself was worth coming home to.
This past week, my mom and I took the kids on our annual trip at the beach. Every September Ken goes out of town for work, and it has become our little tradition to pack up and head south with my mom. We have only one rule for the trip and that’s to relax.
That’s not always easy to do when you bring two children with you, but this year was one of the best. Edie is finally at an age where she loves playing in the sand and jumping in the waves. Most years she’s been scared of the ocean or frustrated with the sand on her hands and feet, but now, at the ripe old age of three and a half, she’s a beach lover.
Roark, on the other hand, not so much. I was already prepared for a wrestling match with him on the beach since he’s crawling now and refuses to stay in one place. We tried bringing a little pool for him to splash in and layed out several bamboo mats for him to play on, but he was rolling around in the sand within minutes. One good handful of sand to the face, and he was done with the beach. After that first day, we decided that our beach time would be during Roark’s morning nap, and my mom was sweet enough to stay indoors in the condo with him.
Edie has become a master at meeting new friends, and each morning she would find a playmate already soaking up some fun in the sun and ask to join in. This was wonderful because then I got to do something that I haven’t been able to do since these precious babies came into my life: sit with my toes in the sand and read a good book. It was as wonderful as I remembered it. Don’t worry…I kept a good eye on her while she played, but I also totally took some time for myself to just enjoy sitting on my bum. Something I rarely get to do, as in, never.
We’ve had a blast this past month that we’ve spent traveling. My only regret was that I haven’t been able to record all the memories that we’ve made over the past few weeks. However, my motto with the blog (and camera) is that I don’t want to ruin the moment by trying to capture the moment. I had to be reminded of this more than once when I would get down on myself about not blogging or having the camera handy. So instead of recording every little thing we did, we just lived it and made memories. Maybe I will find some time to post more about our trips. But honestly hat seems doubtful seeing as how we have been thrust back into life immediately upon our arrival back home…maybe I can post some pictures. Yea, pictures will ease my guilt.
