Oh, its beautiful here. The weather is beautiful, the scenery is beautiful, even the gosh darn people are beautiful.
And then we bring our son with his two-year-old attitude here. He's made it virtually impossible to go out to dinner without a spectacle (we've avoided restaurants thus far, being within walking distance of The Ala Moana shopping center, and taking advantage of the excellent food court). Jaxon has been far from impressed, and usually lets everyone within a 10-mile radius know all about how unfair his parents are for bringing him to Hawaii in the first place. We mostly get pitying stares (the beautiful people are so understanding!).
And then, last night... inspiration. We hit McDonalds first, grabbed some of Jax's favorite nuggets, and let him eat on the way to the food court. He nibbled, he didn't make a squeak--Preston and I were giving each other high-fives and waggly eyebrows and the whole congratulatory nine yards. We stopped off and grabbed some delicious and cheap Chinese food, and let Jaxon have some Häagen-Dazs ice cream. He remained quiet and people-watched, only sampling his ice cream, which Preston and I ended up sharing. And the entire time, I was sitting there, looking at my suddenly cherubic child and thinking "Oh, I got him back, I got my sweet sweet baby back. That two-year old monster is banished!"
We strolled back to the Hotel with the intention of hitting a little store in the Lobby that sells Hawaiian shirts and the like... and stumbled upon gold. Ala Moana puts on a live broadcast from the Pakele Lounge each Thursday evening (Click here to check out the feed), and a little local bit of awesome called "The Pacific Blues" was closing the show--amazing. I was awestruck, Preston was awestruck, Jaxon clapped along and howled with delight, bouncing his head and tapping his toes in time... it was magic.
I have yet to find a website for the group, I'll keep you posted. They were too good not to share.
We found an adorable Hawaiian shirt for Jaxon, what with Ukuleles and the sort on it, and it fit, and everyone was delighted and happy and euphoric.
And here he is, mid-fit. Screaming for the camera. Isn't he darling?
Your bonus for reading this post in its entirety? Pictures of my yellow sailboat. I've watched it go out each and every morning since we got here, and it magically returns when I'm not watching, only to go out again the next morning. I love it, I want it. It will keep going out each morning, even after we're gone... and that makes me happy.
Expect more pics after the weekend, we're exploring the island starting tomorrow--as long as Jaxon decides to keep his bodily fluids to himself.