ah, vacation

Ahh... Vacation. That word used to hold such different meaning for us. It used to mean sitting next to some annoying person on the plane (I.e. Someone annoying who is not related by marriage) and reading for a couple of hours where your biggest decision is "ice or no ice" in your tiny soda pop... Finally, you get to your hotel and you just try and figure out how to productively be unproductive. Now, vacation consists of being the annoying people on the airplane and your biggest accomplishment is actually making it to the hotel. Schuyler made the trip more entertaining when we were going through the security check point behind a woman who appeared to have come straight off her night shift as a hooker wearing a tiny, tiny dress and thigh high leather boots. The woman (whose current weight suggested that she offered her services at a discount) had to peel off her thigh high boots which led Schuyler to loudly announce "that woman's naked!". Thank you, Schuyler. Fortunately, she chose to avoid announcing who in the vicinity had a penis and who had a vagina. Anyway, we made it safely to Tampa where we met Gramps and Nan and the vacation began. The kids were actually great on the flights. Getting them to sleep through the night was another matter. Right now, I am writing this sitting with my little dude while everyone else is at the pool. Because of the breastfeeding and our jobs, I don't get to spend the time with him I would like as a dad so this is a real treat. We're going to do manly things. Maybe we'll read the sports pages so that we understand what we are reading equally. Or I'll teach him to swear.