Things that Would Never Fly in the U.S., and Other Fun Details About our Trip to Central America

Topher and I just returned from a wonderful cruise aboard the Norwegian Spirit.

One of the highlights was no doubt the late night chocolate buffet.  You would think I could stay awake in anticipation, but I couldn't.  Topher had to drag me out of bed, after I fell asleep at 7:30 pm.  I'm glad he did.  Yum.

Sleepy eyed in a long line awaiting chocolately deliciousness!

This in Antonio Mario.  He sold us some great hammocks, much to his delight, and ours.

This is me in Honduras sipping the best pina colada that I have ever tasted!

Another highlight was our trip to a little monkey zoo of sorts (Honduras).  They took us right in the cages with the animals.  This parrot bit Topher.  

These little capuchan monkeys were so cute!  We played with them in their cages and fed them sunflower seeds.

We took this pic in the cage with this beautiful toucan.

This is Topher getting attacked by iguanas!  Okay, it wasn't really an attack.  This was an iguana refuge, and they apparently liked him, because they all surrounded him for some attention. I was not so bold.

These were supposed to be for the fish to eat...

Well, you get the point.

This is us right before heading off to our cave tubing adventure in Belize.  

More coconut.  Yum.

Walking on the beach in Costa Maya, MX.

This is us before a show on the ship.

On our way to another fabulous dinner!

Bye bye, cruise.  Until next time...

This Morning Logan Reminded Me

"Mama, when people are old, they grow up to be angels."
-Logan

Logan, I think before people grow old, they are angels too. Thanks for being one of mine.

Our Beach

Weather permitting, each year between Christmas and New Years we trek to the beach for a family camping trip ("we" meaning most of my extended family on my mom's side, and anyone else who wants to come along).  We delight in a few sunny days, and usually tolerate a few rainy ones.  This year's trip was marvelous.  

My cousin and I were commenting on how we can't remember many Christmas presents we received through the years, although I'm sure there were many.  We remember every beach trip though.  

Running on the beach with my cousins.

Grandma and my little niece Pearl, whose mother did a much better job than I did keeping sand out of her swimsuit than I did when Logan was that age.

Skipping for more sand tools.

Uncle John with little boys.

Grandma and Grandpa who started this tradition 50 years ago.

Castle building.

One of my ironic parenting moments... Logan threw the football they were playing with deep in this large pokey bush to tease his cousin.  Thinking I had devised an excellent natural consequence, I told him that he had to climb in and get it out.  It took him quite some time and several scratches. After getting it out, he felt so pleased with himself, that he promptly threw the ball back in to show how awesome he was at getting the ball out of the bush.

Beach, we'll miss you. 

Until next year...