Aloha

At the end of April, we did a crazy thing; we took a 3 month old and an almost 2 year old on a family vacation and had a realization that "vacation" will never have the meaning it use to until the kids are out of the house. 

We went to Oahu, Hawaii and don't get me wrong, we had a blast.  

When we arrived at the hotel, we got lei'd.

Our morning view as we ate breakfast.

Lots of time was spent in the pool ...

and going down the water slide, again and again and again.

Z knows the meaning of the word, "vacation".

Z played in the sand for hours,

while Eliza snoozed in the shade

and basked in the shade.

Z wasn't a fan of the inner tube, she would much rather the floaties on her arms. 

But I was a big fan of enjoying a drink pool side while watching James and Z play. 

Our pink palace (hotel).

Oh, I forgot to say the main reason we went to Hawaii was for a friend's wedding, which we were able to attend kidless. 

The wedding was on the Northshore, which gave us a beautiful afternoon drive to get to. 

It wouldn't be an Hawaiian wedding without a selfie stick picture before saying I do 

or fire dancers at the reception. 

 Aloha Hawaii and we will be back for another family vacation but maybe when the girls are a couple years older.