We have now been home a week from our trip to
The kids were angels on the plane,which, we hoped was a good omen for the rest of the trip.
Here are some of our best pics, course, the really good ones, you know, the ones of Dave and I in our matching bikinis, he wouldn't let me post. But with a little bribery I would be willing to email those.
This is Abby wearing a hula outfit proudly, despite adamantly refusing to participate in hula lessons with Grandma, me, and Sammy.
She was perfectly content to play on the beach ALL DAY and would have slept there if we would have let her.
One day Dave and I flew to Oahu while grandma watched the kids for us. We rented a yellow jeep, went to Pearl Harbor, toured a submarine, walked on Waikiki beach, and climbed Diamond Head Crater. Yet, this is the BEST PICTURE OF THE DAY! Tropical bug swarm mixed with sweaty head . . . sick.
Another day Grandpa, Dave, Alex, and I went on a hiking, kayaking, and zip-line adventure. Out of our group of 15, ALEX WAS THE MAN! He had no fear . . . AT ALL. Goes to show you that all those days of forced child labor had no real long lasting effects.
The picture of Dave was taken just before he tipped over and flailed around like a suffocating fish.
Although the pictures are good, the memories are better. Thank you for letting us crash your party Grandma and Grandpa. It was the stuff dreams are made of.
