Island Boy has been racking up the frequent flyer miles again (well, if we had actually bought him a seat he would have been). We're just back from spending time with Grandma and Grandpa, Aunts, Uncles and cousins. Island Boy love love LOVED his time there. I have to say it was awfully nice for Mommy and Daddy too.
Getting there and back, however, was a bit less nice. Let's start with the flight out. Other than the fact that hubby was called away on business two days before we were scheduled to leave, everything was just fine. Mommy managed to pack herself and the little guy up and make it most of the way across the country before meeting up with Daddy for the remainder of the trip. Although that first portion of the trip doesn't seem that bad in retrospect I wonder if it is like labor - you tend to forget just how painful it was? Oh, and once we landed (several hours late), the hail storm didn't start until we were tucked in for the night. On the return, we arrived a full five hours behind schedule which meant an arrival at roughly 3 am LA time which was the equivalent of 6 am for us. Island Boy sailed through the entire ordeal in much better spirits than many of our fellow travelers.
Island Boy spent the entire visit outdoors (or so it seemed), just like I did when I was growing up. Other than the brief hail storm and a few showers here and there, we had beautiful weather, including a record hot day. We had good food, lots of toys and books and the great, big, wide-open outdoors to share lots of time (although never enough) with our family. We celebrated my birthday with my parents for the first time in longer than I care to remember and even attended our first golf tournament.
Island Boy enjoyed his time so much that he shook his head rather vehemently when we asked him if he was ready to go home. Just to be sure, we asked him if he wanted to stay with Grandma and Grandpa and he nodded enthusiastically. We can't wait to see them again!