Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Lifestyles of the Rich in Love

It all began on a Friday morning. I attempted to introduce Lake to the melodious quartet, Boyz II Men.... we started with MotownPhilly, all the way to Yesterday and back... and after we bent a knee, the water ran dry... and so did is attention span... I knew this because he politely said, "I am tired of listening to the radio. I am tired of your music, mommy."

Soon, the sun was shining down on us as we approached the white sands...
Nope, sorry, that was not another reference to the Boyz.

Our trip (Ode to Lake) began .... feet in the sand... minus one tiny foot, to my dismay.

It was only the second time my Booger has been on a real beach. He first landed in San Diego / Laguna Beach, but it has been 3 years since. As every parent who has been through what we have so far this year, we felt we owed this to him... for all he went through while Lennon was in the hospital... even up through the time I was on bed rest... I just couldn't play with him the way I had always done and so I felt guilty... He was such a trooper, praying over me and baby Lennon all the time. Though, nothing could fight the tears I cried this Friday morning, driving away without my bug. It was like I left her at the hospital all over again....except I knew she was not sick, and her heart was strong. I knew she would be in the care of Granny and Poppa and Aunt Robbie.... and I knew they would work her muscles and work her motor skills... That I knew, without a doubt.

After a few tears, a long drive and many laughs... we landed in Gulf Shores, AL.
Even my Charles gave an award winning pose for me.... :)
Let the festivities begin!
Yes, I do mean the throwed rolls! I love this place... I was, however, disappointed they didn't come around with that Hulk sized bacon. But I made do with all the passin's.... more fried okra please!
Charles requested a table for three... I had to wait in the car, because my tired little man was sound asleep in the backseat... I just couldn't bare to wake him. He had such a big day at the beach.... So I started snapping pics of myself out of sheer boredom... I truly do look better tan. This southern girl loves a bronze bod.
After a few human head sized rolls, a blue balloon that lasted all of five minutes, and three very full bellies... Lake burned energy and calories on the handmade train, fire truck and tractor.
After that, we headed back to the hotel with a promised stop at the pier. I never realized just how scared I was of sharks until that moment. Note to self: Xanax. I think it was the length of the pier out onto the ocean, combined with the depth of the water, the signs for shark fishermen, and the darkness on the water. I was terrified. I walked only on the concrete parts... holding my breath and praying to God I would go quickly if this thing went down.
The next morning... we woke early because Lake just won't sleep in... had a hearty breakfast... and gave BP the middle finger from shore.
Since the beach was so disgusting we took a long walk to assess the damages...
Since there was a lot of tar.... we decided to christen the pool. When it was Lake's nap time... and we knew this because of his attitude ... Charlie blessed my flip flops off by taking him to the room for a nap and letting me enjoy the sun... the way it needs to be enjoyed... in peace and quiet.
And then I realized just how many freckles I have....
No amount of "ME" time is complete without a little Cosmo and Brit Brit...
At this time I want to give a big "Thank Ya Bunches" to our hotel for putting up the rules of the pool... One can never be too cautious... (I gag a little picturing the person with open lesions, skin disease and diarrhea diving off into the pool before I could make my escape)
The next day, we took Lake to Waterville... I just KNEW he was going to ride all the slides, since he was exactly the height he needed to be in order to do so... 42". But, alas, I was wrong... he would not even ride the smallest of baby slides.... I was sooooooooooooooo disappointed.... But he did redeem himself when he hopped on this roller coaster. Though after it was all said and done, he promptly informed us he would never do that again.
After a quick burger and fries to go along with my fried face....
We did a little souvenir shopping at Souvenir City... I can remember going in the giant shark's mouth every time I have been to Gulf Shores.... And it's not a vacation until you buy things you will never wear.... Charlie sporting a tee that would make Uncle Eddie proud....
Still laughing at these flip flops... obviously, they were made by drug lords... or terrorists.
The next day, we lunched across from this... Just in case you miss home a little too much, there is a trailer on the beach...in any color you fancy... complete with Christmas lights up year round. I got a hunch, this might not be Katrina proof.
Every time we entered or exited the hotel, Lake asked his buddy at the hotel lobby counter for another cookie.... once, she didn't have cookies and because the look on his angelic face nearly broke her heart, she had a Popsicle for him when we returned.
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Soon it was all over .... the car was loaded down with more stuff than we came with...
Our bodies were worn out and darker than we started out...
And our shorts needed to be left unbuttoned for a while....
We hit the road home to our bug...
No trip to Gulf Shores is complete without a stop at this place...
And because my bug needed her very own pair of watermelon inspired tennies....
And... I needed, yet another, pair of gaudy goods....
Then we were home... and I was able to smother the bug with love. My heart was melted when I handed her to her daddy so I could fix a bottle and she had a complete meltdown until she was returned to my arms.
Confirmation: she does know who her momma is.
That is when another set of tears filled my eyes... not of sadness, but of joy.
The next morning I woke to this as I usually do.... after a 6am feeding, my bug gets the privilege of sleeping in mommy's bed for a few hours... and snuggling with me til my heart explodes.

That is a sight I missed... a sight I will never tire of.
And all the world was right, again.