We went to Hawaii.

 

And it was ...

totally wonderful.

 

 

Pu and Yu were terrified of the ocean.

 

 

Nu, true to form was terrified of nothing.

 

In fact,

 she wept inconsolably each day

when we had to leave any water.

Possible fish-girl

(must remember to check for gills)

 

 

It was still travel with three small children,

so to use the phrase "family holiday"

would be oxymoronic hilarity.

 

But it was warm, and we were together

 for 10 days.

So really, it was bliss.

 

There was 5am whale watching with the littlest.

 

And toddler body surfing amidst squeals of high pitched

shrieking that made my ears bleed...

but my grin spread.

 

Over the days this look of

fierce suspicion

softened

 

and Nu decided the sand was not her enemy.

 

 

There were poetic, contented moments where sisters played.

Caught crabs (the good kind),

followed fish,

built and knocked down

 sand castles.

Divine.

 

There were also some hillarious breaches of protocol.

 

This was the crime scene shot taken after a "naptime".

 

The 3 year old quietly and systematically

pitched all our belongings

out the window of her bedroom

several floors up. 

Knickers in the palm trees.

That's how we roll.

 

Big snaps to The Sweetie who said "Yes".

 

On the sewing front...

my sewing room floor looks the den

of a doll serial killer.

 

 

Rest assured I am assembling these girls,

NOT dismembering them.

 

Still,

I think I'll try and keep the Littles out.

 

This is the stuff

that childhood nightmares are made of.