Puerto Vallarta, Mexico

We just returned from our first major family vacation to Mexico with our friends the Mezey's. Bri did fantastic on the plane rides.

She just loved the ocean. Unlike most almost 2 year olds who run away from waves Bri would head straight into the water. You would think a few sandy waves in the face would cure that but it didn't. She learned the word ocean and it sounds like she's saying "oh shit". Clint thinks she's saying "oh shit, that's a lot of water." Pretty dang funny.

We went into town one day to the market and ate at a taco stand. How is it that such simple tacos in Mexico can taste so dang good? Bri had a collision with the concrete and banged up her little face, so sad. As she screamed on the side of the road I waited for the police to send me to jail for trying to steal a little Mexican girl. One day we went to Chico's Paradise and hiked, chased roosters, swam and went down waterfalls (the boys did). Every day saw us at either the pool or ocean or both. Did I mention it was hot? Really, really hot. One night Clint and I got to have dinner on the beach...alone. **We just locked Bri in the room, surprisingly she did very well.

All and all it was a great time. Oh yeah, and it was hot. Really, really hot.

**This is a foot note, really it's a mother note. We didn't really lock Bri in the room for the night in order to go out. We did the classic baby switch. Jason and Kristin watched Bri one night and then we watched Josiah the next day. My Mom didn't want anyone to come after us for child abuse.