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Speaking of Hunting
Speaking of hunting… we had an Easter egg hunt this weekend. Yeah, I know, you want to hear about Toby dressing up in full camo and hunting for some poor helpless little doves in Argentina but I don’t have any news yet so I’ll just share our Easter egg hunting stories instead.
Since we spent Easter on the plane heading back from Hawaii, Toby and I sort of glossed over the holiday. I don’t know if Baby Bug is even really old enough to understand the real meaning of Easter. She does understand the meaning of the Easter Bunny and candy though.
Oh yeah. The subject of candy has taken up a significant portion of her brain. She’s even gotten so bad that she doesn’t ask for cupcakes and birthday cake anymore. Now it’s candy this and candy that. Good thing she’ll probably inherit my super-strong industrial strength teeth that have never had a cavity to this day. But don’t worry, we’re brushing daily just in case she doesn’t.
Before Toby was even on the plane to Argentina, I had already called up my nieces and asked them to come spend some time with us. I hate being alone the first night when Toby leaves. Ever since my car got broken into, being alone kinda gives me the heebie jeebies. Of course my mom, sister-in-law and nieces were happy to oblige.
We’ve been up to all sort of hijinks with the niece-com-poops. Doughnuts for breakfast, three-layered pudding for desert, making play dough from scratch, an Easter egg hunt in the park, and of course plenty of beach time. If we keep it up the time will fly by.
Daddy who? Actually Baby Bug does miss her dad. Especially after spending eight days with him and getting LOTS of attention.
We took Toby to the airport early on Friday morning and she was more than happy to get dressed and hop into the car to go to the airport. I think she thought she was going on the airplane too. Since we built up flying so much for our Hawaii trip, she thinks it’s a fun roller-coaster ride or something.
She fell asleep on the hour drive to the airport and we didn’t have the heart to wake her up so she could say goodbye. The truth is, I was just plain selfish and I wanted her to sleep the whole way back from the airport because I hate playing the Fetch-the-Pacifiers game while I’m driving. Especially when I’m driving in traffic home from LA. So we let her sleep.
Well, you know what happened next. When we were about five minutes from home she magically woke up and then there were tears. A river of tears…
“Where’s Daddy?!!”
“He’s on the airplane”
“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!! I WANNA GO ON THE AIRPLANE!!!!”
“I’m sorry, Baby. Not this time.”
“I WANNA GO ON THE AIRPLANE TO HAWAII!!! I want to go in the POOL! I WANT DADDY! I WANT TO GO SWIMMING….. Waaaaaaaah Wahhhhhhh Waaaaah!!!!”
On and on it went for the remainder of our drive home. I think it would have kept on going for days if I hadn’t master-minded my nieces visit to take her mind off the unfairness of the world.
She really loved the pool in Hawaii. I think it will be permanently branded in her memory.
I’m going to have to find a pool around here if I want to keep my sanity.
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Hawaii Day Five: Green Curry and “Swimming”
This might be kind of sad and pathetic to admit but you know what the highlight of day five was for me? Finding a Thai restaurant and ordering some green curry. Sure, I know we have Thai restaurants all over Orange County and I could probably even find some green curry within walking distance of my house… BUT when we are at home I usually cook and we don’t order take-out much. Also, Toby does not like curry. So that means I don’t have it much.
I LOVE green curry. I know it isn’t the prettiest dish to look at but it is yummy! Basil, bamboo sprouts, slightly spicy curry mixed with sweet coconut milk. Mmmmm! I could probably do without the cabbage but it doesn’t really harm the dish. I probably need the fiber anyway.
Baby Bug had chicken satay and even ate it! I was surprised since peanuts are sort of iffy since she went her whole first year without eating them. Getting her to eat anything while on vacation has been challenging. I think she’s been existing on goldfish crackers and Nemo gummy treats alone. She must get her energy out of the air or something.
Of course I had a Thai iced tea. That’s sort of a prerequisite. I was very happy indeed… until Baby Bug decided to dump my ice water down her front. Sometimes because I want to eat and not listen to the endless stream of “I want…I want…I want…” I let her do things like play with the ice cubes in my drinking water. Thankfully, we were dining outside and the dress code here is very casual so I stripped off her overalls and let her finish the rest of her dinner in her diaper.
THEN she decided she wanted to go potty and take her diaper off. This is a fun game we play at home as we run to the baby-potty but in a restaurant before I’ve paid the check, it’s a whole other story. Not to mention I didn’t even know where the restroom was. Somehow we made it through that little adventure and I’m just glad to say that the owners of the little Thai restaurant are very kind and understanding. I left them a big tip.
My next highlight of the day would be following Baby Bug around. She definitely has her own ideas about what we should do and where we should go. Most of her plans involve finding the sand or the water. Or both.
Some of her “tours” have lead us to some pretty amazing spots.
Some of them have lead us to precarious places where I had to extract her screaming and kicking because I was afraid a crab or a sharp shell might hurt her.
Baby Bug’s favorite place to be has got to be the pool. I think she could hang out there all day long. Which would be fine with me except I am so afraid of her dunking herself that I have to hover over her like a hawk. This means I’m getting my daily work-out because she likes to go from the kiddie pool to the big people pool and back again, over and over and over. Phew! It’s tiring!
Sometimes she’ll take a side trip through the open air bar right next to the pool which tempts me to order a mai tai while I’m cruising through. But I don’t because I’m supposed to be watching Baby Bug like a hawk and I need my wits about me.
You’d think that the bar patrons might be annoyed that a wet baby keeps running past them over and over but so far most of people I’ve come across here have been super nice. I think the warm temperatures and the endless ocean on the horizon just mellows everyone out.
So yeah. We’ve been spending a lot of time at the pool “swimming”. Which is technically not really swimming but standing on the step talking about swimming or me running after Baby Bug telling her not to run and talking about swimming at the same time. Good times, I tell you. If it wasn’t for the warm temperature and the endless ocean, I think I might have lost my mind by now.
