It's over. Our vacation that we plan for every year is now over. We got home on Saturday and just looked at eachother thinking, "A whole year till we go back." Hopefully everyone can come next year. We may not be able to come either. A lot can happen in a year.
It was so much fun. We had a great time hanging out with the fam. I can't believe that I actually didn't kill myself wakeboarding this year. It seems like forever since I did that. Roxy keeps asking us when we are going back. I told her in a year and she jumped for joy! I don't think she has the "time" thing down yet. We are trying to stay in high spirits because we have another vacation coming up in September. DisneyWorld! I don't think Roxy believes me when I tell her that we are going in less than 2 months. She just looks at me and says, "Oh mommy, we have to go to Shaver first." So maybe she thinks we aren't going for another year and two months. We will see. But she does list everyone that she wants to go on rides with. Grandma is "Dumbo", Grandpa is "Yo Ho, the pirate ride" (figure it out, you can do it.), Daddy is "Tower of Terror" (good luck with that Aaron!), Mommy is "Zip-a-Dee-Do-Dah" (splash mountain, in case you don't know the song), and Donovan is "Buzz Lightyear." She wants to go with Dillan on the "Ghost Ride"(Haunted Mansion) but we keep telling her that Dillan isn't coming this time. So she says, "OK then, I won't go on the Ghost Ride, I will wait for Dillan to go with me next time." I said that Dillan may not want to go and she said, "ok, we will just Trick or Treat instead. Is that ok?" I told her that he would probably like that better. She is so hilarious when she wants to be. This trip made me realize how hard it is to fly with children. I don't wish it on anyone. And I'm sorry to all those people that I gave the stink eye when their child was crying. For shame on me. Aaron and I apologized right when we got on the plane to everyone in front of us, and behind us. They didn't seem to mind, but I swear I felt eyes burrowing in the back of my head when Donovan started to cry...again.
Our next plane ride is only an hour and a half, so we should survive. That is all up to the little five toothed terror in my lap.