Last week - or is it two weeks ago now? - I went to Ft. Myer's Beach with the nutter, the husband, the mom, the aunt, the uncle, the grandma, and the grandpa. The 8 of us packed into a two bedroom condo and prepared to enjoy our vacation. Only one day in, the nutter gets sick. Violent, massive, horribly disgusting vomiting commences as does five nights of minimal sleep because sick baby = needy baby = baby in bed with mommy and daddy = mommy no sleepy sleepy.
The same night Madison got sick, my mother got sick. The two of them were totally off their game from Sunday night through well, through Saturday's flight back home. Wednesday, my aunt and uncle were sick all day, and Thursday, my husband was sick all day. Oh, the joys. While all of us got to spend some time on the beach or by the pool, we never really got to spend our time their together. And despite the fact that I never got sick, a sick baby means no tan for mommy. Not that I really tan, I just, you know, look less pasty and sick.
As is the way with most people, I will not be reflecting the sicknesses in any of my pictures from the vacation. Actually, looking at my pictures would suggest a fun and sun filled happy adventure: