Reality Check

I guess when you have spent 13 of the last 40 days in Hawaii, your sense of the real world gets a little skewed, but its back to the grind for us. We flew home from our second trip to Hawaii on a red-eye Sunday, and it was back to work on Monday. Not to mention the host of things that had been neglected around the house that needed to be done. So now its back to juggling work, and school, and housework, and daycare, and errands, and I am contemplating going back to "school" myself.

Kaelyn had a great time in Hawaii... again. She did great on the plane, but our luck of having extra seats on the plane ended on the way home, so Charley and I spent 5 uncomfortable hours with her tossing and turning in our laps. At least it was a night flight, however, so she slept the whole trip.

Kaelyn really takes after her father, because she adores the water. The pool, the ocean, and yes, even the water slide (in her father's arms of course). She was so funny walking around the resort like she owned the place. She even learned how to wait at the elevators and walk in when the doors open. she never fails to amuse us. Some of the resent things that are enjoyable include her "dancing" (which looks something like the twist or just awkward head bobbing), her need to feed people and the dogs, even when all she has to offer is a piece of a cracker that's been in her mouth already but she still insists that you now need to eat, and my personal favorite, when she knows she is doing something wrong, but looks you dead in the eyes and continues to do it anyway. Like the other night when she was throwing her food off her highchair, and then stopped, looked right at me, slowly picked up a ravioli, moved her arm to the side, and then delicately opened her hand and let the ravioli fall. Why do people keep saying "well, she is YOUR child???"