Ahhhh, I just like saying that word. I didn't realize how badly hubby and I needed a vacation until we took it. It was like I instantly melted into relaxation. I slept at least 9 hours every night. I took naps or slept in. I read a whole entire book, one that has pages by the way, old school style (actually I read all of "The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo" and half of the second one). I ate whatever I wanted. I did really long workouts. And most importantly, I tanned my whitey and spent seriously needed time with hubby. We reconnected and it was huge for us because parenting has really put a strain on our relationship.
First we went to Miami and stayed in a hotel. I still felt wrong and could swear Osh was crying in the room, but that was impossible because he was in North Carolina with Peanut and my mom and his great grandma (my grandma). I woke up Sunday morning feeling strange and detached so I worked out and then we went to the ship. Once we were on the ship I almost had a breakdown when I saw a few text photos from my mom.
Then the first beer arrived. It was all down hill from there. Smooth sailing, as they say.
Hubby and I had a really good time together and it was the first time in a long time (over 10 months to be exact) that we felt that way. We drank, we laughed, we talked. Most importantly, we slept. A lot.
We arrived in Samana which is in the Dominic Republic. I'm not a genius so I didn't realize it was connected to Haiti and the poverty was shocking. I mean really shocking. But the island was lovely, it was very untouched by big business. We went biking through a small trail through a village, we hiked to the "blow hole" and into a cave, and we went to a gorgeous little beach and kayaked.
Yes, this is me in a swimsuit. I know it ain't pretty, but just be glad you only have to look at it in pictures and don't have to carry it around with you.
We then went to St. Thomas which was supposed to be a big shopping extravaganza. It was for people who think buying $1200 diamonds and $800 watches is a super awesome bargain. Our shopping trip was mainly based around a big eyed stuffed turtle. The huge brown eyes attracted hubby and it reminded him of Peanut. But the eyes were scratched so he wouldn't buy it. We found it at another store but it had blue eyes and hubby said that the turtle must have brown eyes like his big brown eyed girl. We finally found the turtle. All the baby shopping made us bite the bullet and make an out of country cell phone call home. It was worth it!
This is me dancing in front of the cruise ship in St. Thomas. I wasn't even drunk. Scary.
The next day we went to Tortola and took a 30 minute boat ride to Virgin Gorda for hiking and snorkeling. I am wearing a t-shirt not because I am one of those people that does that to hide my lovely lady lumps, but because I was burnt to a dirty crisp and had to protect my bacon. The beach we hiked to was gorgeous. I swam in the water and it felt like heaven. Swimming in the ocean is one of my favorite things in the whole world. We hiked through rocks and climbed through little holes barefooted to get to our destination. It was so fun.
Above is me in the cave and below is my booty because I know you wanted to see it.
The next day we were at sea and we were jonesing for some babies. We talked about them all day and thought about them all of the seconds we weren't talking about them. I ate lots of food. Yummy.
We went to a private island for our last stop and it was relaxing. Just an island with a bunch of beach chairs. And alchohol.
That night we got dressed up and enjoyed our last night of sleep until the sping breakers woke us up in the night yelling "fuck this ship." Hmmm. That was a step up from the night before when they were barfing in the hallway.
This is me telling hubby to not take a picture of me. You will see that my legs look nice but I need new boobs. I will be working on that soon.
The happy couple! Rested, relaxed, and in love again.
While we set sail into the Atlantic, the babies were putting their precious toes into the very same ocean!
Hubby and I raced outside in our flip flops, in the snow, and ripped the babies from their carseats. We kissed them and hugged them and took them into the airport to get our luggage when we arrived. They were in their PJ's and had some serious WTF faces. They have grown and Peanut's voice changed, which was a shock.
We had a lovely vacation and I don't regret a minute of it. BUT . . . that will be our last non-baby vacation for a long time. Nine days was just too long. The sleep wasn't bad though. :)