I can't say it without the 3 or 4 annoying exclamation marks. Mama is jonesing to get on a plane and head to a beach. I might be growing a human in my belly but that doesn't make it impossible to relax on a beach chair, under a palm tree, in 82 degree weather. Nah, I'm pretty sure I can handle it. We're taking Brooklyn with us too - this will be her 2nd time to leave the country and get that passport stamped.
Please do me a favor and tomorrow around 7:35 a.m. CST send good baby flying thoughts my way. An 18 month old is not interested in sitting in one spot for several hours so I'm going to need baby Jesus on my side getting us through this. I've got an entire bag packed with plane activities, I'm sure NONE of them will be interesting enough to occupy her but I'm going to try. To the grumpy old man, stuck up yuppie, better than me business woman sitting around us - you can go ahead and suck it - I'll be doing the best I can.
Who cares about them anyway, let's get back to the whole point here. CABO. Beach, sand, sun, all expenses paid, alcohol........ wink, wink. Just playing folks, only the hubs will be sipping on the fun fruity rum drinks. I've got Brooklyn all ready to go, girls got three bathing suits - 2 two pieces and a one piece. She seems to want to pull the top off of her two pieces though so we may not use those as much as we had planned. I've got about 17 years to fix that problem. She's got 4 pairs of shoes, dresses, adorable beach outfits, new pj's, I'm sure she'll wear about half of it but I've had fun getting her ready. She's got a little wagon full of beach toys we packed in our suitcase, she knows she's going on an "airpane" to go see the 'beadch.'
I fully intend to post pictures on Facebook as I'm there for my friends and family to see, just to rub it in a little bit. If anyone needs a refresher on what the beach looks like, I'll leave you with this:
See you next Tuesday - ADIOS AMIGOS. :)