Vacation, Vacation, Vacation…
Travel really expands the minds of a little so much, especially going to a place where they speak another language, and especially especially when they spend time with family and relatively new people they have never spent much time with.
AB’s teachers reported to me at Christmas break that AB really has a desire to get with the program and do what everyone else is doing and that was made evident on this trip.
Oh how quickly she offered help to my 200 lb firefighter brother (pictured below) when he was getting in the bus down to the pool… “Need a hand?” She also helped drive the golf cart too.
Or how quickly she started to say “Hola” when she arrived at the clubhouse every day to the staff working the podium.
Or how badly she wanted to dote on her cousin Goldie with more toys and games in the water and help Goldie with water confidence.
She loved the monkeys and wanted to play with them and get them to take photos. “Cheese Monkey!”
She also really loved making new friends in the pool, especially new grandma friends. This is her target demo. Grandmas. They love her. She loves them. She’d ditch me so fast for a leathery bosom, it was almost offensive, except that having a moment of peace on a chaise was hard to pass up.
Also why do toddlers and grandmas all dress the same at the beach?
Every staff member on the plane and the resort knew her name, the guests were waving hello and goodbye to her, and she even drew a mustache with black pencil over her mouth at a really long dinner to make us all laugh.
And when her cousin Goldie left, she used the tiles of the jacuzzi as her laptop to “write Goldie an email.”
As for my own personal accomplishments, I managed to take my alabaster-skinned baby to the equator and she didn’t get sunburned and neither did I.