Aloha

We've just returned from a gorgeous, exhausting vacation to the island of Oahu. There was plenty of screaming, iPad-ing, snot, children's ibuprofin, and sand in butt cracks (the kids, not mine, thank you very much), and overall I think I'm going to give us three stars for our first attempt at a family-of-four vacation. Reni got his two front teeth, Anika got another cold, and Armando and I got absolutely no chance to actually sun bathe or go out to dinner. Beach time was spent corralling the kids, and dinner time was spent putting the kids to bed (they were on Mountain time zone for all but the last day). But nothing beats the look on the kids' faces the first time they experienced the sun, sand and surf of Waikiki. Ani even invented her first dance, the "happy beach dance."