Puerto Rico Day 1

Our day started out nice and early (or late, depending on your point of view). Saturday, December 15, was Crafternoon with friends and then a fabulous evening party AND then we drove to the airport (in a crazy blizzard) for a midnight flight to Georgia JFK. Then, in theory, we had a quick layover and on to San Juan. But then whoever booked the flights (der) booked a later JFK-SJU flight, which would have thrown everything into disarray. So, instead of lazily waiting for our flight we had to run around in a panic trying to move flights and make sure our luggage made it. 

Luckily, we were able to switch to an earlier flight and had a completely boring flight to San Juan.

But not our luggage. whomp, whomp.

Never fear, we had the best luggage agent EVER help us and he promised to send our luggage on the next day, as early as he could do it. Way beyond the call of duty.

Our San Juan to Vieques flight was on a tiny plane. Ten seats, including the pilot. This is by far the smallest plane we have been on.

Hazel was very excited to be on such a tiny plane. She did ask me who was going to serve snacks since there wasn't a flight attendant. She also did not care for the lack of a safety presentation.

Geoff thought it was cool.

The view was amazing.

Beaches on one side, rain forest on the other.

That is our island in the front. See that random dude next to the pilot? Not a co-pilot. Just a dude.

More lovely scenery.

We made this leg of the trip safely. And got to take pictures with the tiny plane.

And the W. For Wilde.

Once making it safely to Vieques, we went to the house we rented. It was awesome. And had pets. This was the iguana named Johnny Marshmallow.

We did not name the spiders.

Since we didn't have luggage, Hazel and I made skirts out of our long-sleeved shirts. Hazel loved her's and wore it again later in the trip. In fairness, she looked adorable in her little shirt-skirt.

Eventually, Tutu and Auntie Michelle made it and we did stuff (maybe ate or read books, I don't know) and then went to bed.

Bike ride!

I love riding bikes and love this trail-a-bike we were gifted from the Wy-Omans. Hazel wanted to ride to Bountiful on Labor Day and it didn't take much to convince me. We took the long way (almost 20 miles) and had a great time. It might be time to get Hazel bike gear, maybe next season.











I don't know why this never published. But I am scheduling it now. Woot! Two blog posts in two days!

Merry Christmas!

Yesterday was the annual Santa party at my work. It was great fun, as always. Santa comes and we take pictures. Hazel said she would only take a picture if I took one too.

I win the most awkward Santa photo of the day. And there were a whole lotta upset kids and parents saving them. I am trying to take off my work badge, but it looks like I am pulling my own hair and bonus! stomach hanging out!

Bonus story: Santa was leaving as we were leaving. He ran down the hallway, jingling all the way. Hazel asked me where he was going and I said I didn't know, but that was the way to the stairs to the roof.

H: Really?
M: Yes, really.
H: Are you joking me, mom?
M: No. That really is the stairs to the roof.
H: I knew it! I thought I heard something up there.

So we go home, yadda yadda yadda. As I am tucking her in she questions me again.

H: Mom, is that really the way to the roof?
M: Yes! It really is the way.
H: Are you telling the truth?? I need to know.
M: Yes.
H: Really?
M: Yes!
H: I knew it! I knew he was going to the roof.

She goes to sleep, this morning comes into my room.

H: MOM! I REALLY need to know if that is the way to the roof.
M: YES!!
H: That is so great.

She is getting older, and starting to not believe in things. But, I will try to keep her believing in Santa as long as possible. I think Santa running to the stairs bought me some belief time.

BTW: It is a coworker in a red suit. And I am pretty sure he was just going to his office. But, the stairs to the roof are down the same hallway.