Okay, we’re leaving for our cruise on Thursday morning, and I am soooo excited! You’d think I was jetting off for 2 months in Africa (my dream vacation). But hey, it’s a vacation, it’s ours, and I am stoked. Of course, I read somewhere that when mothers take their child(ren) on vacation, it’s not so much a vacation as a relocation.
I’ve been packed for so long, it’s embarassing. I’ll finish packing up Lovegirl’s things tonight, and we will be set. Smoochy is more of a last-minute packer, so I’m sure he’ll be throwing things in his bag as the rest of us are packing ours in the car.
It’ll be my parents, my middle brother (the recent graduate), his girlfriend, and the three of us. Big fun – can’t wait. I’ll be donning my almost-bikini on this trip. Almost, because it’s got a little skirted bottom. I was all paranoid about revealing most, but I’ve decided that if people who are 3 or 4 times my size can rock a swimsuit with a smile and confidence, so should I. I’m also taking confidence notes from Lovegirl who has decided that she is the flyest thing coming and going in her swimsuit – “Mama, I so cute in this!” Yes dear, you are.
My Dad, who has been here since before my brother’s graduation will be leaving shortly after we get back. I’ve really enjoyed having him here. Especially watching he and Lovegirl interact. I hate being so far away from my parents, but times like these help ensure that my parents and child will have a good relationship no matter the distance between us.
Way back before I had a child – you know, about three years ago – I thought it was so wrong when people would let their children listen to music and then have the children sing/perform the latest hits for them. Guess what? Yep, now I’m the one who’s wrong. I swear, there is nothing cuter/funnier/more entertaining than having Lovegirl perform for me. Of course, most of her repetoire consists of oldies but she’s up on a few of the latest as well. A few of my – I mean her – favorites: Brick House, Gold Digger (I’m so ashamed), and Promiscuous Girl – which, in my oh-so-weak-defense, she refers to as La-la-lay-oh (I guess she just likes the sounds at the end of the song). Oh, and I must include Buffalo Soldier. If you think there’s anything funnier than a two year old singing Buffalo Soldier, you are wrong. So very, very wrong. Especially since she doesn’t really know/understand the lyrics. Her version is more along the lines of “buffalo sold ta. deadlock pasta. just a buffalo sold ta. in the heart of a miracle.”
Peace and blessings to all. I’ll holla when I’m back on dry land.