It's a rough life, but someone has to live it.
We've been to Acapulco as a family before. It was actually the first time we had to get a passport for The May Queen. This is what she looked like when we were there the first time:
16 months old. (note the ever present sippy cup. I noticed in over half the pictures we have of her there the sippy cup is in hand or nearby) Now she is nearly 6. Yikes.
She was always a little fish, though. Check out this picture I got of her at the awesome pool at the resort:
That underwater camera was worth its weight in gold, no?
Oh, I miss those chubby little arms. Anyhow...
The older girls at the pool were fascinated by her, and everyone seemed to know her name. "Hola, May Queen!" they would call, waving as we went by. I cannot count the number of times we were asked if we bleached her hair. Um... no.
So, we're off again! For the next week I will be swimming in the pool and the ocean, playing Bridge with the in-laws (and losing... I'm pretty bad at Bridge), and having fun in the sun!
Then we come home, The May Queen starts school 5 days later, and I'll get MY vacation!