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Aloha from Kona!
The only place I can pick up wifi is here on our hotel balcony. What can I say? Life is rough in paradise. Ha ha. I can’t see my screen very well but the view is fantastic.
All I can see (and hear) is the dark turquoise ocean rushing up against the lava rock four floors below me. Now and then a big wave hits the rocks and white froth sprays into view. The mynah birds are thick and they click and caw out to each other from the balcony to balcony. I feel like I am on a ride at Disneyland except it smells nicer (no chlorine) and I’m not walking on black asphalt with gum stuck to the bottom of my shoe.
It’s beautiful. Waving palm trees and funky 70’s architecture poke into the view from the sides. The temperature is pretty much smack dab at perfect and it’s not even that humid. Baby Bug and Toby are napping. I don’t think I’ve ever blogged from a more perfect location. If I could see my screen a little better I think I could set up office here.
I think what I love the most so far are these palm trees. They are so different from the tall towering ones we have at home. When it’s sunset no matter where you point your camera, you feel like you’re taking a photo of something right off an old O.P. t-shirt. They really do make you feel like you’ve arrived in the tropics.
It’s actually a bit overcast here and Toby tells me that the water and views are a hundred times more impressive when it’s clear and bright but I’m not going to complain. It’s a pretty place to be stuck.
Baby Bug is eating up the hula culture. She loves pretending that she is a hula girl and I am the hula girl’s mommy. She’ll say, “Do you want a cookie Hula Girl Mommy?” waiting for me to answer, “No, that’s okay Baby Hula Girl” or anything along those lines. As long as I include the words Hula Girl in front of my name or hers she keeps smiling. I think I could probably get her to eat liver if I convinced her that that is what Hula Girls eat. She’s so funny.
She is also enjoying the attention of having two parents. It’s thrown me for a bit of a loop. I love having Toby back but getting our schedules to mesh (he the night owl and me the lover of dawn) and a three hour time difference has pretty much taken all the routines I’ve gotten used to in the last two weeks and flushed them. But I shouldn’t care. We’re in paradise! Who cares if breakfast is for lunch and dinner is at midnight… as long as we have fun right?
And with that, I’ll close and say Aloha and Mahalo like everyone else around here!
p.s. More photos here!
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I’m still Heeeeeeere!
I know I said I was going to Hawaii on Thursday but I was wrong. We’re leaving tomorrow morning. (Which is Friday, which is only a few hours from when I am typing this. Eeek!) I don’t know what’s wrong with my calendar-reading skills. I guess I can’t be bothered since every day is the same when you’re a mom. Oh it’s Saturday? I didn’t know. It feels like Monday to me. Or something like that. Whatever. We’re leaving on FRIDAY at the crack o’ dawn. Maybe I’ll see Whoorl at the airport.
Since I suddenly had a whole extra day to kill I decided to not pack and get ready but instead dye Easter Eggs! Yay! Fun! Yeah! It’s going to be so great to have dyed green fingers on the plane tomorrow. Everybody’s going to think I stole some counterfeit money or tried to pry off one of those protective devices that they stick on clothing. Do they do that anymore with ink? Probably not. Oh well.
Anyway, my hands are green. My fingers are. I went to the restaurant next door to us and asked for some latex gloves and the guy was kind enough to give me some for free but then I forgot to put them on. Dur. Partly because I knew they would be too big for Baby Bug anyway and partly because my plan was to use tongs and NOT my fingers for dipping in the dyed water. I used hot water out of the kettle (scary scary!) but that didn’t really stop either of us.
It was fun and I’m glad we did it. I’m not sure where we will be on Easter itself so I figured I might as well do the fun part now anyway. I’ve always loved coloring eggs. We never celebrated Easter as kids but my grandma (my dad’s mom) would always hollow out eggs for me and let me paint them with dye and a toothpick. I’d do it all year around. And then she’d save them in her big wooden hutch next to all her fancy china. She had those egg cups just for my painted eggs. It was so great. I miss her.
It’s funny how a lot of my memories of her center around eggs. The way she used to make me “eggs and toast” for breakfast is the exact same way I make them for Baby Bug. Poached and cut up on small pieces of ripped up buttery toast. Not the prettiest dish but oh-so-very tasty!
I tried to do some fancy tricks on these eggs but they didn’t really turn out. We tried candle wax polka-dots, they fell off. I tried string. It sort of worked but not really. White crayon worked the best, but… well, I was doing it with a two-year-old so I didn’t really have high expectations. And of course they were mostly all green. I didn’t even bother making any other colors except blue and green. I knew they would all end up in the green water anyway.
Then we ate them! Well, Baby Bug did. I didn’t want her to but she doesn’t really exercise self-discipline very well and I guess they smelled like food. She cracked open my most favorite one and chewed it up to bits.
And then she spit the chewed up egg out again. That’s a toddler for you. If she weren’t so cute I’d want to clobber her over the head. She has no respect for my dainty egg artwork. Pfffffff!
I’ll leave you with a glimpse of the Easter Bunny. I know it’s a bit early but you just never know when those silly bunnies are going to pop up. Hopefully we’ll be popping up in Hawaii very soon. I think I’m ready. And with that I will say bon voyage for reals! Pray for me, it’s going to be a very long flight with a toddler. I’m very excited but I’m also a little bit scared.
