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spryngI had a good birthday.
I'm really glad I last-minute booked this stay on the beach. While we didn't get the balcony I thought I'd booked, the rest of the resort is pretty good. The room itself isn't bad; it's sectioned into two rooms, with the beds in one and a living space in the other. The living space has two huge windows--neither of which face the ocean *facepalm*--but it's otherwise such a lovely space.
I'd originally thought we'd use the separate room at night for me and CG to read while 4yo fell asleep, but while he insisted Lady read him book after book until we came in, he conked out pretty hard both nights. An absolute relief after the last few hotel stays, where he'd spend an hour chattering and trying to get out of bed until I lost my mind and took him for a walk outside.
We got here midafternoon Saturday and had enough time for me and CG and 4yo to check out the beach, even play a little in the waves, then check out the splashpad, then check out the pool, while Lady rested. I was surprised at how ready 4yo was to walk into the water, then later straight up jump into the pool. I warned him, "you don't have floaties, you don't know how to swim" but he turned that back with "you taught me how to swim *leap!*" Thankfully I caught him every time.
We had dinner beside the pool and it wasn't *terribly* expensive, and then remembered the resort does s'mores in the evening and made it over just as they were setting up. Lady joined us, which was good timing because two kids around fire really requires two adults. And apparently neither child had ever actually roasted marshmallows for s'mores before. We'd done them in the microwave at home, but the real deal was new to them. CG was skeptical at first, not believing me that she needed to catch it on fire, but once she tasted one, she was hooked. She's mentioned it a few times since, so I think we're going to need to convince 2 Papas to have a few bonfires this winter.
Rain rolled in on Sunday, alas. I managed to write a little and then get to the beach for a sunrise jog, only to slice my foot open on a shell halfway. Oops. My fault; I kept glancing over at the sunrise. Thankfully it was a small cut, and I was able to hobble back. By the time I returned, everyone was up. I'd found a neat little place outside of the touristy area for breakfast that turned out to be really good, but slow. The kids managed to not lose their shit, though, which again: surprising and commendable. Are we almost ready to go back out into public?? We've avoided restaurants for so long because it's just exhausting playing the "when are you going to lose your shit" game.
Thankfully, one of the reasons I'd picked this place was because it was across the street from a playground and tiny beach, so as soon as both kids were done eating, I took them to play and get their wiggles out. Lady had to wait another 20min just for the check (slooooow), so phew.
Rain had been threatening the entire time and I was finally able to drag the kids away from the playground when it started thundering. We made it to the car just as it started to pour. It continued to pour for the next few hours, so we holed up in the hotel room and the kids got to watch live TV (that doesn't pause! or go back! the horror!) while Lady and I took turns napping. Which turned out to be good strategy, because once the rain let up, we were out.
Well, CG and I were out. We played at the beach for almost a solid two hours, jumping waves, then me teaching CG how to swim beneath waves, and then Lady and 4yo joined us for another hour in the pool. It was glorious and everyone had so much fun and we were all so tuckered out by the time we returned to the room. Ate the shit out of some pizza, had some cake, got ready for bed--
--and then CG asked to walk on the beach while the sun set and how could I say no? When did my child come to appreciate sunsets? I don't know, but she kept remarking on how beautiful it was, and then she said she wanted to come with me at sunrise when I went down to the beach. T_T
I definitely got everything I wanted out of this trip: quality time with the kids, lots of beach, lots of just being outside and enjoying the weather, tasty food. I almost wish we'd stayed another day, but probably better to leave while we don't want to, hah.
If 39 is getting to stay active and have this kind of fun with both kids, I'll take it.
I'm really glad I last-minute booked this stay on the beach. While we didn't get the balcony I thought I'd booked, the rest of the resort is pretty good. The room itself isn't bad; it's sectioned into two rooms, with the beds in one and a living space in the other. The living space has two huge windows--neither of which face the ocean *facepalm*--but it's otherwise such a lovely space.
I'd originally thought we'd use the separate room at night for me and CG to read while 4yo fell asleep, but while he insisted Lady read him book after book until we came in, he conked out pretty hard both nights. An absolute relief after the last few hotel stays, where he'd spend an hour chattering and trying to get out of bed until I lost my mind and took him for a walk outside.
We got here midafternoon Saturday and had enough time for me and CG and 4yo to check out the beach, even play a little in the waves, then check out the splashpad, then check out the pool, while Lady rested. I was surprised at how ready 4yo was to walk into the water, then later straight up jump into the pool. I warned him, "you don't have floaties, you don't know how to swim" but he turned that back with "you taught me how to swim *leap!*" Thankfully I caught him every time.
We had dinner beside the pool and it wasn't *terribly* expensive, and then remembered the resort does s'mores in the evening and made it over just as they were setting up. Lady joined us, which was good timing because two kids around fire really requires two adults. And apparently neither child had ever actually roasted marshmallows for s'mores before. We'd done them in the microwave at home, but the real deal was new to them. CG was skeptical at first, not believing me that she needed to catch it on fire, but once she tasted one, she was hooked. She's mentioned it a few times since, so I think we're going to need to convince 2 Papas to have a few bonfires this winter.
Rain rolled in on Sunday, alas. I managed to write a little and then get to the beach for a sunrise jog, only to slice my foot open on a shell halfway. Oops. My fault; I kept glancing over at the sunrise. Thankfully it was a small cut, and I was able to hobble back. By the time I returned, everyone was up. I'd found a neat little place outside of the touristy area for breakfast that turned out to be really good, but slow. The kids managed to not lose their shit, though, which again: surprising and commendable. Are we almost ready to go back out into public?? We've avoided restaurants for so long because it's just exhausting playing the "when are you going to lose your shit" game.
Thankfully, one of the reasons I'd picked this place was because it was across the street from a playground and tiny beach, so as soon as both kids were done eating, I took them to play and get their wiggles out. Lady had to wait another 20min just for the check (slooooow), so phew.
Rain had been threatening the entire time and I was finally able to drag the kids away from the playground when it started thundering. We made it to the car just as it started to pour. It continued to pour for the next few hours, so we holed up in the hotel room and the kids got to watch live TV (that doesn't pause! or go back! the horror!) while Lady and I took turns napping. Which turned out to be good strategy, because once the rain let up, we were out.
Well, CG and I were out. We played at the beach for almost a solid two hours, jumping waves, then me teaching CG how to swim beneath waves, and then Lady and 4yo joined us for another hour in the pool. It was glorious and everyone had so much fun and we were all so tuckered out by the time we returned to the room. Ate the shit out of some pizza, had some cake, got ready for bed--
--and then CG asked to walk on the beach while the sun set and how could I say no? When did my child come to appreciate sunsets? I don't know, but she kept remarking on how beautiful it was, and then she said she wanted to come with me at sunrise when I went down to the beach. T_T
I definitely got everything I wanted out of this trip: quality time with the kids, lots of beach, lots of just being outside and enjoying the weather, tasty food. I almost wish we'd stayed another day, but probably better to leave while we don't want to, hah.
If 39 is getting to stay active and have this kind of fun with both kids, I'll take it.
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Date: 2025-09-01 11:50 am (UTC)