September 28, 2009

• We’re Back From Punta Cana!

  We’re back!!! Omigod…the stuff I need to get down in writing…..
  
  Our vacation was good. The first day however was HELL. Like as in H. E. L. L. Our flight was to leave at 8am. So we woke up at 4:30am and left the house at 5am. We hit traffic.  At 5am?! OH C’MON! And it was the we-weren’t-even-moving-an-inch type of traffic. This went on for 20 long, jovial minutes. Then it finally slowly started to move. Then there was another accident up the street so traffic was slowing down for that. Then we get to the toll booth and some idiot truck driver took the e-z pass lane when he didn’t even have e-z pass so a cop was writing up a ticket so we were waiting behind him to go. After that we passed yet ANOTHER car accident. WAKE UP PEOPLE! When we finally got to JFK it was a little past 6. So the hubs drops me and Zoe off, along with our bags, to go park the car in long term parking. 6:30 comes and goes….then 7… Finally at around 7:15am he shows up. They rush us to the front of the line to check in our 2 suitcases. If you go over 50lbs they charge you $50 per bag. My bag was 56lbs but because we were in such a rush they totally forgot to charge us. Then as we’re running throught security check the hubs runs my foot over with the stroller while I’m carrying Zoe so I trip and fall on my knee. You can hear people gasping. Not for MY well being but for Zoe’s. She was fine. I was still holding her upright. We get to security check and we realize that the ticket person didn’t print up a ticket for the hubby so he runs back! Then we go through security and because of my gigantoid purse with Zoe’s milk, water, and bio-feel drinks they search my bag! OY VEY! We finally put our shoes back on and we RUN! We’re running like as if the Italian mafia is after us. Zoe’s being carried by her dad and she looks like she could be getting shaken baby syndrome but she’s just cracking up cause she thinks it’s like the funniest thing. We finally get to our gate and it’s like 7:50 and they JUST started boarding. Such a crappy start to our first family vacation. WAIT! It gets better. Zoe was a saint on the plane. She passed out for 2 hours and she played and watched videos after she woke up. She was the perfect plane baby. We get to Punta Cana and it is hot. It actually felt like it was hot as hell but it was just cause it was sooo humid. We get to the hotel and while C is checking in Zoe and I are walking around the lobby. Checking in at this point is taking a long friggin time. I think we were in that lobby for at least 30 minutes. While Zoe and I were waiting I sat down on a couch and Zoe goes around the coffee table to the other couch. No problem. She climbs up and sits down. No problem. She stands up on the edge and before I can even go over and stop her she loses her footing and falls on her head on the marble floor. I rush over. She’s bawling. I check her face, check her mouth. It kinda looks like she may have bit her tongue a little bit but that’s minor. Now I’m just trying to calm her down. C comes over and goes “Oh my God. Her head.” She has this huge ass bump that is now protruding from her forehead. OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! The front desk brings over an ice cold towel that smells like it was infused with some type of herb. She wouldn’t let me put it on her head and was still crying. Oh my God. I was soooooo upset. I felt like crying. I was hot, it was humid, my baby just got hurt and won’t stop crying. What a horrible start to our vacation. I was sooo close to losing my shit. The bump was huge. It was about an inch and a half wide and it was protruding out like half an inch. I was mad at myself for letting her sit on the couch alone. Every day it went down a bit. By the time we got back home it was just a small bump but geeze… It’s just something a mother doesn’t want to experience happening to their child you know. I wanted to get her checked out but the hubs insisted that she was fine. She didn’t seem lethargic or was throwing up. She was playing fine. She was in good spirits. She seemed like her normal self. But every day I worried. I was a TOTAL hellicopter mom after that during the rest of the trip. It traumatized me pretty bad. That was the WORST of it.
  
  The rest of the trip seemed to go smoothly. During the day it was pretty humid and in the evenings it would rain here and there. Zoe loved the beach. She loves sand. She likes to grab a handful and just see it all pour it out between her fingers. She loved the pool! She lost her balance twice in the toddler pool and went under. Hahaha… I know I’m mean. I laugh but I was right there. She’s darker than us. We call her our Mexican baby. Every night at 8:30 they have a kids disco night. Zoe was very popular. Parents were laughing at her. She stood out. One because she was the only Asian kid on stage. Two because she was a friggin dancing machine. I mean there were times where she was the ONLY person on stage dancing. *coughcoughstagewhorecoughcough* She was like the perfect stage kid. She danced her lil heart out and when people would clap she would stop to clap in sync. People loved her there. The woman selling Flinstone toys even gave Zoe a free backpack because she thought she was so cute. I got a lot of comments from non-English speaking parents after the dancing was all done. I didn’t understand what they were saying but it was usually something along the lines of “Baby. Nice.” Followed by a thumbs up. I guess the thumbs up thing is universal huh? Everyone would stop and talk to her in Spanish and coo at her and ask for high fives. She was very loved. She made lots of friends. We met a 3yr old British girl named Chloe. She was a total chubby and she was soo sweet. I loved her accent. Then we met a 6yr old girl named Emma from Toronto who adored Zoe. She came to the kids disco night 3 nights in a row and refused to dance. After she met Zoe she would only go up if Zoe went up to dance. We met a little German girl named Sarah and her brother Igor. Igor ran to hug Zoe and they lost their balance and Zoe fell backwards on the floor and started bawling so his mother gave her  handful of pringles. Their whole family loved watching Zoe dance and the mother told me that her husband wanted to know if they could take Zoe back to Germany with them. We met a lot of great really nice people.
  
  Oh and another mommy low point, Zoe said her first bad word. Day one of swimming in the toddler pool I had taken her out of the pool to take a break and I was putting her back in and I noticed like little green seaweed lookign stuff floating in the water behind her and I was thinking ‘Where the heck is that coming from?’ I checked her diaper and she did a number 3 so I pulled her and kept saying “shit shit shit shit shit” as I carried her to my lounge chair. I laid her down so that I could change her diaper and she looked up at me and said in a really cute soft girly voice….”shit”. SHIT!
  
  Here’s where I give my last bad news. My camera stopped working tuesday morning. I think I banged it on the trolly a bit too hard when I was getting on the night before while carrying Zoe. So I am in the shop for a new camera. I noticed now that I was cameraless how many kodak moments I was missing. I was really depressing for me. I finally caved and bought a disposable. I hate disposables though. So if anyone has the T1i let me know your thoughts on it.
  
  So since I can’t post any photos since I can’t retrieve them from my camera which doesn’t even turn on anymore I leave you with a video of my my little twinkle toes. This is actually one of my favorite videos from the trip. It was the little girl Sarah’s birthday so her mom was cutting up cake for everyone and all the kids were taking a break eating cake with their parents. Two of the people hosting the show were on stage still dancing….and so was twinkle toes. At one point it looked like our lil one year old had 2 backstage dancers. Oh and the little girl with the blonde bob that you see talking to Zoe is Emma (the girl from Canada). Zoe’s grown fond of her and kept calling her unnie (older sister). The only way we could ever get her off stage is if the music stopped or if someone got up and carried her down whining.
  
  
  
  Words Zoe’s learned on vacation:
  backpack: backpock
  piggy: piggy
  flower: fahwuh
  bird: bur
  happy birthday to you: happy to you you
  duck: duck
  turtle: turul
  go: guh
  stop: stop
  fish: pishie
  oh toodles: oh toowul
  pochacco: po ka ko
  badtz maru: ma rara

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