Cancun 2011.

I can't believe it's November 18th. I can't believe next week is Thanksgiving already. I can't believe that the Christmas season is basically upon us. I can't believe we'll celebrate 5 years of marriage in 3 weeks and that we'll shortly be the parents of three kids. I can't believe I've lost the ability to get a tan. And as I've reviewed the pics from this trip, I can't believe how awful a photographer my husband has become, but only when shooting pictures of me. My life is full of denial.

But the holidays are indeed upon us, folks. And we are having another baby. I am 16 weeks and this past week I've been feeling this little itty pounding and head-banging away in there. The nausea is basically gone and has been since week 12. Shock! (I used to think that was a rumor, that there was no way someone could only be sick until 12 weeks. I was sick lots longer with my first two pregnancies.) It's getting to the fun stage. We find out if this round is blue or pink on Tuesday! I'm still not quite looking like I have a baby in there; more of a beer gut, but the fun stage is beginning to set in. I feel good.

We didn't go on a cruise this year with NorthStar. Instead we stayed at an all inclusive resort in Cancun for four nights. We left our babies with my sister Bethany. (Oh sister! Thank you so much!) And we loved every second of this vacay. Except I'm still getting over a little stomach bug I picked up there... so this post won't be one of many words. Mostly pics.

A little afternoon yoga to loosen up. This is right before Jason tripped over his own feet and accidentally sent that lady in front of him sprawling in to the swimming pool.

A day excursion to the Chichen Itza ruins; el cenote sagrado de las virgenes... o algo asi. The sacred pool of the virgins? Where they used to sacrifice children and virgins to the gods. Too bad male virginity earned you nothing back then.

Remember how I talked about the kind of photographer my husband has become? This is the great shot he got of me in front of the temple. No cropping involved. And he doesn't believe in the 123 cheese anymore. It takes away from his artistic expression. Isn't this some kind of masterpiece? We're blowing it up and hanging it over our mantle. P.S. Vanessa just looked at this and said, "You kinda look like Dwight Shroot in this picture..." And that my friends, is the highest compliment any woman can receive in life. Sad thing is I can sortof see it.

This swimming hole was really sweet. I don't think I have anything else to say about it.

A good shot of Jason doing a little "cliff diving". It wasn't really a cliff. But I like to compare this scene to that part in New Moon when Bella is really stupid and dramatic and cliff dives on her own. Pretty much the same thing happening here. Jason was even having haunting hallucinations of me telling him, Please don't do this. And Just turn around and walk away. But him and Bella are like two peas in a pod. He didn't listen either.

If there's one thing that'll sweeten me right up, it's a man in a speedo. And women in thong bikinis. Both were in abundance. I don't know who this guy was here, and I don't know where he was going. But I did take this pic of him as he walked by me, strutting his stuff. I don't regret it. I miss him, that guy.

My favorite night of the trip, at a restaurant called, La Parrilla. Totally recommend it. AWESOME food. And if this mariachi band is there, you're in for a real treat. We loved these guys. Wasn't long before we were all sloshed together, telling each other our deepest secrets and desires. Just kidding. But you can imagine what it would have been like if we did.

And I may or may not have had a love affair with this little lover. Jason still hasn't forgiven me. Tres Leches. Loved it. Love. That's a lot of love in the description of this one little pic.

And the view from our balcony. The weather was balmy pretty much the whole time but I might have preferred it like this. It was simply lovely.

Glad to have a get-away. I have a huge renewed crush on my husband every time we have one of these little jaunts. I missed my girls so much but they sapped every ounce of those feelings right outta me on our flight home from picking them up from Arizona (I flew home alone with them because Jason had to go to NC on business). That's a story for a different blog post, but I can sum it up by telling you there were spontaneous, simultaneous melt-downs on the part of both children and by saying that two separate individuals came up to me at the baggage claim telling me they have no idea how I have the kind of patience I have; no idea how I held it together like that. I told them, I didn't hold it together, I ugly face cried the last 20 minutes of the flight. But I wasn't beating anyone, including you. So I guess we're all winners today. Which was completely true. If you're tempted to say that to someone after they've had a hellish flight with their kids, maybe don't do it. I think it might be best to just let them be. Let them believe no one else really noticed. But we are home and trying to adjust again to normalcy.

Viva Cancun! Viva para siempre!