Aloha 2013!

The day after Christmas, I quickly removed every bit of Christmas decor from the house, and started preparations for our Maui trip.  It was a good thing I got a head start because we all ended up being waylaid by a terrible virus/sickness.  I ended up with an ear infection, we all had fevers, and then the day before we left Carter got an ear infection as well.  We also dealt with an abundance of snow.

After packing up everything short of the kitchen sink, we made it to Oakland.  Interestingly enough, I thought we were traveling out of Sacramento until about 24 hours before we left, so it was a good thing I checked the itinerary.  Once we were about ready to hit the hay, I realized that I had left Carter's antibiotics for his ear infection in the fridge.  We were then set with the task of finding a pharmacy that was A:  open, and B: SAFE.  Bradley ended up in San Mateo, and received a toll violation.  With about six hours before our flight, we made it to sleep.  The next day was a bit rough, but these two are better travelers than most people I saw.

Immediately upon arriving at the hotel, we found the pirate ship pool, and some alcoholic beverages.  The next five days was full of sand, pool time, EXCELLENT food, runs on the beach, sunscreen, walks on the beach, and many wonderful beverages.  It was truly just what our family needed to say goodbye to 2012, and Aloha to 2013.  The trip back was not as wonderful and completely exhausting, but we made it (along with another toll violation).

The first week back at work was a bit hard on all of us.  The boys just wanted to be home, and I just wanted to have a bit more energy.  Plus, I think I was going through happy-hour withdrawls.  :)

Yesterday I took Carter up to Mt. Shasta Ski Park for a day on the slopes.  He had been last year, but still lacked muscle control.  With the help of the "edgie-wedgie" yesterday was a huge success.  We hopped right onto the chairlift, and made a grand total of two runs.  The first run he fell about 30 times, and the second only six.  By the last run of the day, which we were able to share with our good buddies, he only fell once.  However, six hours doing the "pizza pie" can be a little rough on a little guy's legs, and we ended the day with torturous screams in the parking lot back to the truck.  Next time, I will be bring the BOGS into the lodge.  This morning we have barely made it out of our PJs and Carter's legs are super sore, but he's ready to go again.