I can't believe that we have been in Hawaii for almost one week already. I can tell already that our two months here will fly. We survived the 71/2 hour flight with our wiggly 18 month old and I am glad that our return flight is two months away. Maybe it will be enough time to forget the horror. In reality, Ethan was as well-behaved as can be expected of a ball of energy confined to two laps and what little leg room is available in the economy section of a plane these days.
I plan to try to keep him busy here, otherwise he just looks for trouble. We've been to the beach twice, started swim lessons and have attended several family functions. I wonder if he misses the uneventfulness of our "normal" life.
I'm glad that he has been able to spend so much of his first two years with his Grandma. He calls her "mama" and when I ask him who I am, he replies "mom." Is he really 18 months?
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