Aren't Vacations Supposed To Be Relaxing?
As usual, we spent the holiday weekend at the_sheryl's parents in Boynton Beach. Except this time we had a 17-month old energetic toddler with us, which made life interesting. For starters, between a not particularly comfortable bed in their guest room and vertical blinds that don't do much to block the sun I don't sleep well anyway; add a toddler waking up at 7:30am wanting a sippy cup of milk and a change and you have a recipe for sleep deprivation. Plus, despite an attempt by Sheryl's parents to remove breakables - and the presence of several actual toys - said toddler still found more appealing items of interest within reach, like the plastic covers off two nightlights, the charger for a cordless phone, assorted magazines, a couple of boxes of tissues, and a few fake shards of grass off the fake plant in their living room.
We did find a few outlets for Sam to run off some energy. Some Googling led me to the Schoolhouse Children's Museum, which he was perhaps just a bit young for, but which can easily be returned to in subsequent years. Sheryl's dad drove us up to the Lantana Municipal Beach, where there was some playground equipment and swings. We took a couple of walks up to the pool so Grandma and Grandpa could show him off to their friends. And we also met my dad and stepmom at her daughter's house in Delray Beach.
We did our best to eat our way across Palm Beach County, including stops at Longhorn Steakhouse, a Chinese buffet, and Mamma Mia. Because that's what you do when you're on holiday along what I joking call "Retirement Row".
Nothing particularly weird/amusing/unusual to note from our TV watching. Partially because I could swear Sheryl's dad stayed up later than I remember from years past, so we didn't get as much control over the remote. Mostly we ended up watching parts of the Science Channel's "Mythbusters" marathon.
Just like last year, our flight home from West Palm Beach (PBI) was delayed over an hour (over 90 minutes actually) due to "air traffic control". One notes that flights departing PBI to the east go right past Mar-a-Lago. So you know who I'm blaming for any flight delays...
And with that, we lazily slide into the end of the year.
We did find a few outlets for Sam to run off some energy. Some Googling led me to the Schoolhouse Children's Museum, which he was perhaps just a bit young for, but which can easily be returned to in subsequent years. Sheryl's dad drove us up to the Lantana Municipal Beach, where there was some playground equipment and swings. We took a couple of walks up to the pool so Grandma and Grandpa could show him off to their friends. And we also met my dad and stepmom at her daughter's house in Delray Beach.
We did our best to eat our way across Palm Beach County, including stops at Longhorn Steakhouse, a Chinese buffet, and Mamma Mia. Because that's what you do when you're on holiday along what I joking call "Retirement Row".
Nothing particularly weird/amusing/unusual to note from our TV watching. Partially because I could swear Sheryl's dad stayed up later than I remember from years past, so we didn't get as much control over the remote. Mostly we ended up watching parts of the Science Channel's "Mythbusters" marathon.
Just like last year, our flight home from West Palm Beach (PBI) was delayed over an hour (over 90 minutes actually) due to "air traffic control". One notes that flights departing PBI to the east go right past Mar-a-Lago. So you know who I'm blaming for any flight delays...
And with that, we lazily slide into the end of the year.