|Remarkably good spirits for like 0 o'clock at the airport. Check out Noshember Beardy, also.|
|Classic. The extreme wind made for a very sloshy first night aboard the ship.|
|Ethan enjoying Aladdin's carpet ride at the Magic Kingdom, the day before the cruise began, because full-on Disney Vacation Club is how we roll.|
|The view from one of our TWO four-foot-diameter portholes. Meh.|
|The chandelier in the ship's lobby.|
|Jett feeding Oliver. Isn't he adorable? And I mean that about both of them.|
|Jett back in 2004, with his sister Coral, who was our flower girl.|
Too bad the food sucked. NOT! (Eventually the millenials will make that a thing again; I'm staying ahead of the curve. Remaining relevant.)
Our stateroom was large and beautiful, the staff were accommodating and friendly, the nightly shows were spectacular feats of talent, the kids were pretty well behaved as a rule. We were only diddled out of $4 on Nassau, even though we never got beyond the port (more on that in another post).
|Word to the wise: after having two babies, you can only take a decent photo in a damp swim coverup if you angle yourself in really awkward ways. If you don't feel like a twit, you're doing it wrong.|
|Me and my dudes.|
Still, returning home was sweet. And not just because air travel with kids is a nightmare and a half. (After about five minutes, the kids are like, "All your base are belong to us," and we're all, "Pwned.") No, the best part about being glad to be home is that even without all the luxury and the wait staff and fine cuisine (although my dad's cooking pretty much is), we're happy when we're together, peaceful in our nest.