*Apparently, to Hawaiian mosquitoes I am an exotic delicacy. And apparently Josh and Kekoa, having Hawaiian blood, are not?? You're welcome, everyone, for being tastier than you.
*Somehow after 13 days of beach and pool time, we managed to avoid sunburning Kekoa's fair skin. And then in the very last four hours before we got on the plane...bam! Sunburn!
*I packed the camera. And then the night before we left Kekoa did something cute and I wanted to take a picture. And then I forgot to repack the camera. Ergo: NOT A SINGLE PICTURE OF HAWAII. I feel sick about this. We did get family portraits done with Josh's whole family, so at least there's something, but please, somebody tell me they took a few of the day-to-day shots. Please??? Fortunately, when Kekoa is around my Mom has a camera plastered to her face, so we have plenty of CA pictures.
*Kekoa has nine - yes, nine - living great-grandparents. And as of June 1st, he has met every single one.
*After spending multiple hours in church cry rooms for various church, graduation, and baccalaureate events (we were out late a lot), I feel that there needs to be a public service announcement. So, ahem. Here goes.
When you are in an unfamiliar church, please please please assume that any windows/mirrors in the back are cry rooms. Please assume that there are people IN the cry rooms. And therefore, do not:
- Check to see if there's anything in your teeth.
- Adjust your undergarments.
- Suck in your stomach and turn sideways to check your figure.
- Touch up your lipstick (my goodness, the facial expressions!)
- Do your stretching exercises or dance with the music (really, people? Do you have to zumba during the service? Bonus points for making me laugh my head off, though)
- Pace back and forth when there's a slideshow going on.
- Plaster your rear end against the glass and lean on it obliviously while my little brother is speaking! Trust me, it's awkward to figure how to get you to move. Tapping on the glass just seemed a little too...personal.
So the moral of the story is: be paranoid of mirrors. You never know when they're one-way.
I'm laughing very hard at the public service announcement.
ReplyDeleteHa ha! Whenever I see someone with their back side plastered against the cry room at church (typically an usher), I ask, "Is there someone in there?" It always gets them to move. I just think the ushers forget. I always wondered what the person inside the cry room is thinking as I pretend to peer into it. I guess now I know! I may copy and plaster your service announcement on my facebook wall. I know a ton of people who will get a laugh out of it!
ReplyDeleteAnd, yes, I will eventually sort through all of those pictures I took of my adorable grandson and send them to you, but not today. Still working on report cards! :)