Call It What You Want...

Yes indeed, we managed to go on a grownups only vacation, leaving Mark for a few days of fun with Uncle Brian and Aunt Tara, and, of course, his cousin Jonathan. Reports came in daily (we called, of course), and all indicated he was having a blast!

One of the interesting things of the trip is that Mark has discovered (we're sorry, Uncle David and Uncle Dan) that he loves UNCLE BRIAN best of all. (Let that be a challenge to the rest of you... heh heh.) In fact, on Sunday morning before we were even ready to leave, while Mommy was holding him, he stuck out his arms to go to Uncle Brian, and hugged and hugged him. Word has it that the whole time we were gone, no one but that favorite uncle was the hero... Aunt Tara reports that he would only go to her if Uncle B was nowhere to be seen or heard.

It helps to have friends in strange places. At check in at the airport, I discovered former Conner P. co-worker Becca working one of the check-in counters. We let people pass us in line so we could have her. I suggested perhaps she could find us a good seat for a pregnant person (me, not Tim), and, after shrieking something like "You're pregnant again already?!?!!" she asked how business class sounded. PRET-TY GOOD, frankly. So we made our trip there in style, plenty of legroom, free cocktails (well, for SOME PEOPLE) and a choice of snacks (I got a luscious thick chocolate-chocolate chip cookie).

In Orlando, the snow we'd left behind in Ohio and Indiana was a thing of the past. It was sunny and nice, though not overly warm, and I suppose locals looked at the idiots with the convertible top down and thought "Must be tourists from up north where they don't know that 65 degrees is too cold for something like that."

But we were tourists from up north, and we didn't think 65 degrees was too bad at all, and it was sunny and nice and I got the tiniest hint of pink on my neck where my v-neck t-shirt let in a little sun, and we wore hats and sunglasses and I even wore capri pants and it was nice. (Tim did not wear capri pants, because he is not European, nor is he one for the latest fashions.)

Further entries will detail our fun activities and the horrific themed hotel, but we will leave you with the fact that we did NOT (I repeat, did NOT) buy into a fantastic vacation ownership package despite their generosity in sharing this great opportunity. And to think, we could finance it all at 14.9%. It really was a lovely property, and were we used to a good deal more luxury than Motel 6 or Holiday Inn might offer, it might be something to consider. But... what's wrong with the Holiday Inn? (nothing that we can think of...)

Okay, I will include a gratuitous hotel photo...

At least at sunset it sort of matches... sort of. Nowhere have I ever imagined salmon, pink, purple and green to be a coordinating color combination.

Perhaps I will take the time, also, to include dining highlights from our first night, dinner at Salt Island Chophouse & Fish Market. Good food; we left stuffed.

But for now, I believe there's some TV that we missed while we were gone. That and opening ceremonies for the Olympics. More to come...