Sunny Florida


We hit up the ocean with some of my family last week. Eli didn't care too much for it. He turned his usual "ooooo, ooooo!" into "uh, uh, emh, argh!"every time a wave lapped my feet while I held him. Mike was determined that Eli begin to like it, so he stood out there for a good 15 minutes holding Eli and helping him get used to it. Fifteen minutes may not sound long, but when you're holding 20 lbs., it's a loooong time. 

The other day we were at SAY Yes! (a tutoring program we periodically volunteer with) and the kids were taking turns seeing how long they could hold Eli without dropping him. (Yes, I knew about this game - in fact, I'm the one that invented it. I'm thinking it just might qualify me for the mom-of-the-year award.) Three minutes was the winner. He's a heavy dude. 

Back to the ocean: by the time Mike was done, Eli was basically a dolphin. Okay, maybe not, but I did get him to smile one time while in the water - and that counts as success.

We pushed him on his naps nearly every day, which means he looked like this in the car every time we came home. I swear there's a diaper in there. 

We were blessed to take one kid-free night away at a generous family member's condo (So gorgeous!) with my brother and sister-in-law. Grandma and Papa took the kids (bless their precious, pure and selfless hearts) and we lived it up in Miami. Which means we took espresso shots instead of real shots to make sure our eyeballs stayed open until midnight. 

We be cray, peeps.  

While we were out walking the main tourist drags, everyone kept asking us what club we were "hittin' up." I just responded with, "I'm a mom." and they all awkwardly turned and slinked away from me. 

Beats having to listen to them try to convince me to come to their venue.

The ironic thing was, even though we had no kids, we still chose to wake up at 6:30 a.m. to catch the sunrise off the balcony. WHAT? 

Proof that I am now a boring adult that values such things over sleep.

Good thing it was worth it.

And good thing we had an espresso machine or we would have slept right through this trip.

All in all, it was a great trip, but we're glad to be back. I mean, please, just look at my delirious child while we were waiting for our luggage and tell me how much sleep he needs. 

He takes after his momma, instead of crying when he's tired, he laughs uncontrollably. Cute in a seven-month old. Annoying in a twenty-seven year old. 

Ahh well, at least one of us can get away with it.


  1. How fun!!! So glad you were able to have a kid-free night too - LOVED looking at all your beautiful pictures!