Spring break, part 2

 Eventually, I was able to pull Bejos Boy away from the mud puddle of the previous post, and our spring break did take a more traditional route that involved a restaurant and a pool.

Good photos, however, were few and far between as I relied on my phone and selfies.

The best pic of the short trip was of those Bejos boys passed out. We had a bit if a snaffu with our hotel room involving a busted air conditioning unit and a late night move up a few floors, all while these boys dozed. In a scene that resembles that riddle about a farmer moving various predator/prey animals across a river in one piece, we had to relocate the littlest one from his crib to be able to move our belongings upstairs without leaving the kiddos alone. Laying him on the bed, in matching pajamas, they suddenly looked like a very eerie motel room crime scene.

Spring break

Some people sit poolside sipping margaritas, while still others dance the night away in itsy-bitsy yellow polka dot bikinis. Not me, on either account. Instead I found myself sitting puddle-side while Bejos Boy and a friend threw dirt clods for almost an hour. No joke.

At least I was able to kick back and catch some rays and, of course, the occasional errant mud splatter. The funny thing about the afternoon was the glimpse it gave me into our future with two active boys. I have to admit I kinda loved it, every single mud and silly poop reference minute of it!

This shot makes my hair look way shinier and healthier than it really is. Isn't that always the way it is when you are considering a haircut? Suddenly you have the best hair day ever.