As many of you know, I headed off to sunny Florida and spent 6 days in Ft. Lauderdale with my family recently.
It was a very long winter here in Minnesota, followed by the spring that pretty much wasn’t. So it was kinda glorious to play in the sand and feel the warmth on our skin for a bit.
I started every day with a long walk along the water, and ended every day with a walk to dinner (my new FitBit was thrilled with all the steps I got in!). I got lots of sleep (which is hard for me to do), celebrated my birthday, and had lots of fun.
But lest you think it was all relaxing, let me keep it real. On the way to airport, Ed asked the kids if they had remembered to bring everything they needed. And I said, “As long as we have our swimsuits, we’ll have all we need!”
Davis got a little guilty look on his face, and sure enough, as soon as we got to the airport he pulled me aside and whispered, “Mom, there is a chance that I may have pulled my swimsuits out of my suitcase to make more room for toys.”
We landed, made it to the hotel, and had some lunch – and after that Davis and I headed out on foot to visit one of the billion swimwear shops in Ft. Lauderdale. Not thinking I had far to go, I wore these shoes, which are comfortable for an average day of walking, but not for the two hour hike our ‘short’ shopping trip turned into.
Be warned, if you ever go: size xs big boys is impossible to find in Ft. Lauderdale.
We finally decided on one two sizes too small (I figured we could say he was going for the European look – and at least he wouldn’t lose his shorts in the ocean), and began heading back to the hotel, where the rest of the family was waiting in the pool. Suddenly, Davis yelled, “I gotta make a stinker! Right NOW!”
Now, I recently had some surgery, and I’m not supposed to be lifting anything over 10 lbs. But I was forced to decide: obey doctor’s orders, or have my kid poop on the sidewalk. I threw him on my back (crossing my fingers he didn’t poop on me!) and sprinted (also against doctor’s orders) to the nearest bathroom – which happened to be the absolute nastiest one I’ve ever encountered in my life.
And I’ve encountered some nasty bathrooms before.
Thankfully, we made it through and washed our cares away in the salt water pool of the Sheraton. And the rest of the trip only got better from there.
You may have seen a couple of these pictures on Instagram – if you’re not already following us, we’re @wildruffle (and if you’re not following, you are missing out!).