We went to Hawaii.
And it was ...
Pu and Yu were terrified of the ocean.
Nu, true to form was terrified of nothing.
she wept inconsolably each day
when we had to leave any water.
(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
and Nu decided the sand was not her enemy.
There were poetic, contented moments where sisters played.
Caught crabs (the good kind),
built and knocked down
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.
I think I'll try and keep the Littles out.
This is the stuff
that childhood nightmares are made of.