Where in the ___ have you been?!?!?

Don't worry, we are indeed alive. And no, we haven't been ignoring anyone either. We have been on vacay.... at least Ryan and I have been. And the kids, well let's just say that have been in the very capable (and very exhausted) hands of Granny Stan.

She's gonna kill me, but I love this picture. Those around me know why I love it (one name, Leslie Dale. I miss her.).

Anyhow, Ryan decided that we needed to go somewhere where we have never been. Which if you are Ryan and I that is easy.... anywhere you might need a passport to travel to. So, my DH booked a cruise. And not some little, dinky thing.... a 7 night deal. You know, the kind you have to take at least 5 pairs of shoes on (incidentally, I took 6 and bought 1 there.... wore only 3 of them >:| ).

After a series of mishaps and a long (all night) drive to Miami from Atlanta, we arrived on South beach just in time to see the sunrise and our ship come in from the eastern Caribbean. I shot the picture right then. What a sight!!

I will start by telling you my favorite part of the whole trip (and Ryan is gonna kill me for this since it wasn't anything grand). The best part of each day was arriving in the room at night to find the bed turned down and a folded towel animal/thingie on the bed. I took photos of all of them.... Incredible!

Day 1

Day 2



Day3



Day 4

Day 5


Day 6


Our Croatian stateroom housekeeper was named Dema (pronounced dee-mah). She was so cute I wanted to take her home with me. Ryan said she wouldn't fit in our suitcase, so I couldn't. :(

Will post more pics later!!

#2

Monday night, Jack comes into the room dancing on his tippy toes and hurriedly tries to get my attention. Judging by the aroma surrounding him, one would think 'isn't it about 4 minutes too late to be indicating that you have to go #2?' He is adamant that he needs to go potty (I can tell by the hands he has placed over his bum and on top of his diaper while dancing).

So, I clean him up and he runs into the potty... where the following scene takes place:


And he claps and screams for his achievement. As he should. But, you might see what appears to be a raisin. You might look at this and think, "Self, I wonder why there is a raisin in that toddler potty". Wonder no longer.. it isn't a raisin.

Yay for pebble poo's!

Naughty Artiste!

My son Jack is obviously convinced that he can draw, and that he is GOOD. Why, just have a look-see at his newest creations, all done within the last 72 hours:

From back to front:

• the bathroom wall
  
• the patio door window
• the front room wall
  
• the kitchen table and chairs... twice
  
• and the little bugger licking frosting off his fingers
  

Perhaps it is time for me to send this budding artiste (pronounced: art-east) over to the Beaches for some quality art lessons. It's either that or invest in a good bottle of wall cleaner.

Bubb-ohs!

How cute is this? Bubb-ohs!

Girlie screaming

Perfect!



I thought I would play a little trick on my son who was terrorizing an itty-bitty spider. He didn't really escape, I just thought it would be funny to make Braxton scream a bit. He wasn't amused, but the scared look on his face was very amusing to me.

Super Slacker

Well, I don't want to admit that I have had to put some things on the back burner, but I will. The blog is one of them. I suppose that if I were Phil, I would just find something to write about, and then back date it so I don't look like a slacker. :)

So as to not disappoint my frequent readers, I suppose I will update you on the 5 W's and 1 H of the past week.

(Notice the foot in the toilet.)

Who: Jack
What: New potty
When: a week ago
Where: home
Why: Time to get crackin' on potty training (Brax was done by 2, for all you nay-sayers!)
How: still figuring that out

Foot still in toilet.

We have had moderate success. On Friday night, we had our first #1!!! Yay!!!

No, this is not the picture of that event... we were just practicing a "Dry Run".