Yes means yes

Yes, it was hot. Yes, it was sunny. But going to Playa del Carmen during spring break was a bit like going to Daytonna Beach expecting to have some wholesome family time.

The guys had a blast because our hotel and beach happened to be popular with the European ladies who didn't believe in wearing "two piece" bathing suits. Jack and his friend Conner were at first quite shocked by the sight of topless women but under the careful tutelage of their pigs -- I mean fathers, they spent their time trying to spot them. A sighting was greeted with a "yes". The boys were so well trained (so fast) that the dads could keep reading their books certain that their spotters would pat them on the shoulders when they sighted "a pair". Did they have fun? Yes!

Makena was extremely frustrated at not being able to hang out with Jack, Conner and Olivia in the pool and would often launch herself into the water whether we were ready to catch her or not. It was insane. We decided not to give her inflatable wings because we didn't want her to think that she could float. A couple of times when she charged into the water, we let her go under so that she could appreciate the difference between having air to breath as opposed to H2O. Did that stop her? No. She learned how to close her mouth and kept going. That's our girl.

Nevertheless, life was good. We even had Makena wearing a dress which took some getting used to because it kept getting caught in her legs when she tried to climb and that frustrated her.

This was Jack in front of our casita away from home resting from his fun in the sun. I did make him swear that he wouldn't share what he saw while on vacation with the rest of his classmates when he returned from spring break. I told him that he needed to learn that "yes" means "no!"

Is - mother of the year