And as it turns out, it's much easier to write about your vacation when you're actually ON vacation.
We got home late Saturday night and had to hit the ground running. Unloading, unpacking, cleaning, organizing, shopping... we're not even close to being ready.
I went back to work today, but I wanted to write one last post about our time away.
I wanted to write about how the kids fought for two weeks straight about who was going to push the elevator buttons.
I wanted to write about how Will kneeled in a puddle of pink dye when we were tie-dying. And how I convinced him that it was a jellyfish sting and that he had some sort of super-human immunity-- thus relaxing him about swimming in the ocean. He then proceeded to tell EVERYONE, even complete strangers, about his 'superpower'.
I wanted to write about how Liam has become so attached to his swimming tube that he carried it everywhere-- and even insisted on sleeping with it.
I wanted to write about how the kids would ring the doorbell of our vacant condo every time we arrived home so that the toys (who were alive a la Toy Story) would know to go back to their spots and "freeze".
I wanted to write about how Will had a meltdown on the floor of a Virginia Wawa. Freaking out because someone touched his flip-flop and now he's got germs. Did I mention that he was flipping out about germs while lying on the floor of a freaking Wawa?
Like I said, I wanted to write about these things. But now that the time constraints and pressures of work are upon me, I just don't have it in me. Instead, I'll just wrap things up with a few of our favorite final photos.
If you've been reading over these past few weeks, thanks for coming along for the ride.
Will takes the plunge.
Will and Anthony.
They're so far out and the water is still calm and shallow.
"To Infinity and Beyond!"
Also, one of my favorite photos... ever.
Technically, not a great photo... but I still love it.
Clearly, Liam has a way with women.
The looong ride home.