What I Learned on Our First Family Vacation
Jun 14, 2010 | Filed Under: Candy's Column,Musings
The hubby, baby and I escaped the horrid sunny, 70-degree weather here in Los Angeles to head to San Diego on our first real family vacation this past weekend. Sure, the three of us have flown to the East Coast to visit family before, but shuttling back and forth between families is usually about as relaxing as taking a day with the Jolie-Pitts at Chuck E. Cheese’s. So we consider this our first vay-cay as a threesome. A few observations about the experience:
1. Somehow, a tiny 20-pound human being requires approximately twenty not-so-little bags of her own — yet she will not offer to carry a single one of them.
2. …Which is why the hotel bellhop will become your best friend.
3. The San Diego Marriott bellhop’s name is Joe. Joe likes to play golf and watch Big Bang Theory. I look forward to Joe’s Fourth of July picnic next month.
4. No need to pack bags of toys next time, when we can simply throw Skye one of my dirty shoes. HOURS of entertainment, apparently. And tasty cuisine.
5. When our child is not sleeping, she does not stop babbling. Ever. I’m pretty sure she recited War and Peace — twice — on our car ride to San Diego and back. Either that, or she was hungry and repeatedly asking us to throw her a shoe and some ketchup.
6. That hot hotel sex we used to have…? Yeah, it is now reduced to a minute of fumbling in the closet, out of the way of little prying eyes, lodged in between the ironing board and the safety box.
In other words, the most romance we’ve had in months.
7. Our vacation schedule no longer revolves around Happy Hour; it revolves around the baby’s naps.
8. People actually wake up and leave the hotel before 10 a.m.! And not just for hangover remedies! Who knew? Not I… until I became one of those people.
9. Jamming to nightclub music is a thing of the past. Now our vacation nights involve pumping up the volume… on my iPhone’s white noise app.
10. If you ever need to track us down while we’re on vacation, just follow the trail of straws and partially eaten Cheerios. (See also: Why we are VERY popular with restaurants and hotel bars.)
Langtry
says:
Hilarious! Did the ironing board leave a mark? If so, that’s one to join the repertoire, a la rug burn.
June 15th, 2010 at 7:44 am -Cowgirl in the Sand
says:
Just a warning: our son was a constant babbler too at that age. And now we call him “Howard Cosell”. I don’t even notice anymore, but other people often ask, “Does he ALWAYS talk this much?” “What, doesn’t every preschooler provide a running commentary of every waking moment?” The nice part about it is that I don’t have to watch him too closely — I just have to listen. “Now open front door, go outside. Pull doggie tail. Bite table. Push sister.”
June 15th, 2010 at 8:25 am -Mrs. Harrison Ford
says:
Sunny 70 degree weather is not horrid. 100 degrees and 100% humidity is (or a variety of those temps and humidity percents. But always with the humidity above 95%). Welcome to Missouri, the state that will slowly suffocate you to death, formerly known as the Show Me State.
June 15th, 2010 at 3:57 pm -Candy
says:
@Langtry — Indeed. A painful badge of honor for parents of little ones.
@Cowgirl — Ha! Yes, I think we may have a female Howard Cosell on our hands. Minus the mustard yellow blazer, I hope.
@Mrs. Harrison Ford — Yikes! My hair grew exponentially just from *reading* about that humidity. I was being facetious about LA’s “horrid” weather. We were bummed that the weather was actually worse in San Diego than it was in Los Angeles. We — meaning me and my hair — have been pretty lucky here, weather-wise.
June 15th, 2010 at 4:07 pm -Eize
says:
@Mrs. Harrison Ford – I see your Missouri humidity and raise you our Philippine humidity.
(Provided it doesn’t rain occasionally–rainy season, you know.)
June 15th, 2010 at 4:40 pm -