We decided to go check out the Road to Hana. We didn’t really think we would make it the whole way, but wanted to stop at some sights along the way.
We found this black sand beach, although the weather started getting a bit stormy right as we pulled up. So, most of the kids stayed in the car.
The next day we stopped by an outdoor market. Lizzy was so sweet, she bought all of her siblings necklaces from money she had been saving for the trip. We found a man that was selling “Coconut Pets” (basically, coconuts that he had painted and stuck eyes on).
So, we had to go through quite a process to pick out the perfect coconut pet.
And finally settled on Kitty’s favorite. We named her Leilani because it is the only Hawaiian name I know.
While taking this picture, the coconut man was very upset to see that Leilani was facing the wrong direction. He insisted that we turn her around and take another. How embarrassing! There is Leilani’s butthole right in plain sight!
Next on the agenda was whale watching. There was a little play area near the harbor with soft whales and dolphins to play on.
I think they might have been the only whales Kitty saw all day. On the boat we kept saying, “Look! There’s one!” and she didn’t know what to look for/needed a nap/has no attention span and kept shrieking, “I DON’T SEEEEEEEEEEEE IT!!!!!!!!!!” And then dissolving in tears.
Finally Mr. Darcy, genius man, whipped out his Iphone and looked up youtube videos of whales for her to look at. She was much happier and only screamed at us every two minutes/anytime anyone looked at her/pretty much nonstop for the rest of the day.
You know how the last day of vacation goes. Everyone is exhausted and starts getting short with each other. Except the 3 year old that fully morphs into Lucifer. And just in time for tons of strangers to witness it all and judge your parenting.
Finally, we drove up to Lahaina to check out the banyan tree.
Weirdest tree ever. The kids loved it. It is huge and takes up an entire city block. If you don’t know what it is, google it… I couldn’t get pictures that made any sense. Anyway, it is pretty neat and Lahaina is such a quaint little town. I think we should live there.
And then we had to go home. Boo. I am already trying to figure out how we can go back.
Now, let me explain an embarrassing fact first. Do you know how many times I have packed my nice camera on a trip only to realize once I get there that I have left my memory card at home? Many times. In my defense, I am really, really stupid.
So, once again I found myself in an exotic location with only my camera phone with which to preserve memories. Alas!
There was a mermaid in the lobby that was supposed to grant wishes if you were able to throw a coin into her shell. We threw a lot of coins at that lady. And two of them went in. Huzzah!
This might be my favorite picture of Kitty in the history of forever. So much sass in such a little body.
Guess where I am? You won’t guess. I am sitting on the balcony of our hotel room in Maui. I am watching whales spout and jump in the ocean. Whales! Whales! Jumping out of the water! I find this so miraculous and tried to make the kids watch it with me, but they only stood here for thirty seconds and felt they had seen enough. I think Bennet was playing video games the whole time, too. He tried to tell me he wasn’t, but Bennet is a terrible liar.
We are staying at the Grand Wailea and are here because of a work conference for Mr. Darcy. Bennet couldn’t remember the name of the hotel and called it the Great Walloo, so now we call it that, too. I had never been to Hawaii before, although I’ve wanted to forever. I have always felt like Hawaii was My Place. Beaches, warm weather, fresh fruit, macadamia nuts, no socks! I have always dreamt of living somewhere where we wouldn’t need socks. I irrationally hate socks so much, and my hatred only grows stronger with every additional child.
Kitty asked, “Pwease can we wiv here?”. I think it is Her Place, too. They serve strawberries at every breakfast and dinner. Kitty would live entirely off strawberries if given the option. She has definitely tried to this week. Today at breakfast she asked me, “Mom, can I have your fat strawberry?”.
I don’t want to leave. I wonder if we can afford a two bedroom shack on Maui? Probably not. Somehow there was a huge mix-up and I was born into some dumb family in California instead of a dumb family in Hawaii. This needs to be rectified immediately.
This trip is filling my soul and preparing me for whatever is in store during the next few months/years of treatment. Condensed, close quarters with my children, maybe not as relaxing as a vacation without them, but giving me the chance to hold them close and kiss their cheeks. Care for them one last time, break up one more fight, have everyone get really sick of each other before I am too sick to meet their needs on my own for awhile. The timing for this trip couldn’t have been more fortuitous.
And I hope I never forget.