A few months ago we decided that we would take the boys to Florida this August to visit family (my in-laws) and get in some beach time, which means something very different in Florida than it does here in the Pacific Northwest.
I don’t like to fly. I mean, I really, really don’t like it. This usually results a lot of hemming and hawing on my part whenever a trip involving air travel is involved, and adding infants and an already chaotic work schedule into the mix didn’t have me terribly excited about going in spite of the need to get out of the house for longer than a Costco run.
That said, it was a really great trip.
Part of the great thing about this trip (or anything we do with the babies) is all the things that are “firsts”:
First plane ride:
Meeting family members for the first time:
First baseball game:
First time in a pool:
First time at a beach (PNW or otherwise):
I was a little bummed about the beach time. Those pictures comprise the entirety of our beach time with the boys, about fifteen minutes all told. I’d have really enjoyed getting a little more fresh air, but we had lots to do.
We also managed to sneak in some date time while Oma and Opa watched the boys. I enjoyed getting out, but mostly enjoyed seeing Kat the most relaxed I’d seen her for a long time in general, and the most I’d ever seen her relax without the boys nearby. We snuck in some kayaking and even a dinner for two at Frenchy’s Rockaway Grill on Clearwater Beach.
Again, I’d been hoping for a little more one-on-one time as a couple, as it might literally be the last time in months for us to spend more time than a baby’s nap with just the two of us. This isn’t to say I don’t want to spend time as a family, but it truly is nice to leave the house (or stay home, wink wink) with just your spouse once in a while. I wish we had the child care options that would allow us to spend some more time together as grown-ups in clothes that are neither covered in nor about to be covered in spit-up.
It’s truly remarkable how fast a week shoots by when juggling family, schedules, activities, and twin-wrangling. Between financial and time constraints and distances, we have no idea when we’ll get to meet up with any of our family next. We’re really happy to have had such a great visit with the boys, and while they’re not old enough to remember it, they were old enough to enjoy most of their time.
And now…napping with babies!!!