Today is the day

Today WAS the day that I planned on leaving for Japan, but instead I get bumped off the Space A flight and have to wait it out until tomorrow. For everyone who is not familiar with Space A flights, basically it's a military flight that will allow active duty, families of active duty members and retirees to compete for a free seat. They usually fly to Air Force bases all over the world, so you get on a list and cross your fingers and toes hoping to make it. Today was not my day..but  maybe tomorrow will look better. On the bright side the pictures that Norma Mitchell photography took of Ricky and I for her project on motherhood are all done.

That face (lol)

If you want to check out the project Here is the link, it's a lot of beautiful mamas with their babies and their stories. 

Tha t

Wordless Wednesday a day at Sharks Cove

Our weekend and getting my body back (part II)

My brother is in town, I have one week left until I leave for Japan and exactly eight days until I turn 28.  Not counting down the days until we move to California ( 20!) well maybe, only because I am somewhere between total horror and excitement. Last month I blogged about my bucket list for Hawaii and this past weekend was definitely one of the best so far, it's places like these that will make miss this place so much. It's also times like these that make realize there is so much more fun to be had and new places to discover, maybe we can instill some of our wonder lust on Ricky. Oh and by the way.... check me out! I'm still a normal girl and by that I mean my thighs still touch and I don't wear a size 0 , no offense if you do but that will never be me and that's o.k ;) Im pretty proud of myself for being able to fit back into this 14 months after having a baby.

Our Fourth

Holidays that are meant to be enjoyed outside with a drink in your hand, BBQ, and friends are not meant for parents with toddlers. It just doesn't work, we have lived in Hawaii for almost four years now and this was our first with a toddler. Last year we stayed home and had a little BBQ, it was perfect with a three month old baby. The year before, when we were still childless was perfect. By that I mean, there was fireworks, cocktails and no one had to worry about naps or toddler melt downs.

This is what it looked like:

What happened to these people? notice how tan we both are and we probably had enough drinks this day to make me not care about kissing him in public or having a picture to prove it. I don't do this sober .
This year with a toddler in tote we argued all morning about who had "kid watch" and who got to relax with a drink by the pool. I lost that one and ended up chasing him around the pool and in it. We thought it would be smart to get a hotel room so we could go back and shower, change, feed Ricky and not fight traffic on the way home. That ended up being a good idea and a bad one, Ricky wanted to put every single germ covered surface in that room into his mouth (ugh!). He had several meltdowns that finally ended with us barely making it through the fireworks, which are after his bedtime. By the end of the day I was tired, angry and sad that my only thought at the end of the day was "man this would be so much more relaxing without the screaming kid".