It honestly took most of the weekend to recover from our Florida vacay. Sad but true. Mostly, I just needed massive amounts of sleep—and so did the little dude, who took TWO 2-3 hour naps both days (!), on top of sleeping through the night.
Despite how traumatic it was traveling with a toddler, and how legitimately happy I was to get home Friday night, I was definitely suffering from some post-vacation depression over the weekend. Just picturing the beautiful, calm ocean view from our balcony was enough to bring tears to my eyes.
When I wasn’t crying about the beach or zonked out on the couch watching Giuliana and Bill recordings, I tried to participate in some actual family weekend activities. Like going to the zoo.
Mason was somehow already tired within minutes of getting there, judging by all the winy complaining sounds coming from the stroller the entire time. Dang vacation jetlag.
But we forged on through all the standard activities anyway.
Riding the carousel…
Watching the zoo choo-choo go by…
Petting the goats, who were plotting escape (I was honestly nervous)…
And watching the giant tortoises, um, get to know each other…
Haha! I was mostly curious to hear what all the parents were telling the kids. There were some pretty loud grunting sounds going on and Brent overheard one kid ask, “Is he farting?”
I’m definitely not ready for that level of parenting yet.
Anyway! As promised, I do have some more vacation pics for you. I was going to do a full day-to-day rundown of events, but honestly, the days sort of blurred together. It was one big stream of sleep, eat, beach, pool, read, and repeat.
I absolutely LOVED our condo and the resort (we stayed here). The room was so comfortable, spacious, tastefully decorated, and surprisingly baby-proofed.
The resort itself was practically empty (I guess because of the odd time of year?). We actually had full pools to ourselves.
(My mom and sister)
There was never a ton of activity on the beach, either, which made it slightly less embarrassing to take random yoga pictures in the surf:
And, possibly the best part: there was never a shortage of beach chairs.
At first, I couldn’t decide if this sign was a joke:
But I guess it IS Florida.
Right after we took the picture below, someone walked by and said, “Is that giant black snake gone? Oh, he must have dropped down. He was right here.”
Yeah, I would not have been standing there so comfortably if I’d known there might be a GIANT BLACK SNAKE somewhere under me. I’m from the Midwest—we don’t know a thing about snakes, beyond “red on yellow, kill a fellow.” (I’d be willing to bet “giant black” could kill a fellow too, if he really wanted to.)
By the end of the week, Mason was a regular little beach baby.
He was totally enthralled by the seagulls, and looooved chasing them (poor things).
Back in the condo, he got lots of cuddle time with Grandma, thanks to her Kindle access to Mickey Mouse episodes. 100 points for Grandma!
Luckily, I didn’t have any trouble finding chow for the little food allergy dude. I drove off-island to a Publix and loaded up on all his staples (corn, baked beans, fruit, and chicken sausage are his primary food groups).
We had to sacrifice a few unopened food items at the end of the trip (like a giant can of spaghetti sauce—why’d I buy that??), but I can handle that being the worst thing to happen to us.
Man, I miss this…
I honestly might go back to this exact same spot for my next beach vacation. It was exactly what I was looking for, in every way.
xoxo, beach. Until next time.
What was the last vacation you took? Do you have one coming up?
Do you have a favorite beach spot?