Want to go to the beach?

We just returned from our epic family vacation to Hawaii (Maui). I have never been on an airplane nor even left the state. It was quite an adventure. I thought the giant sandbox and giant wave pool were amazing. I would wake Mom every morning at 6 am saying, "Want to go to the beach?" Then I would head into the bathroom and put on my Minnie Mouse swim suit.

I would often get concerned watching dad and the other snorkelers go far out into the ocean. I would stand at the water's edge and call to them. Then I discovered how much fun my version of body surfing was and I was constantly in the water.

The water was warmer than our neighborhood pool. I was a bit shocked that it tasted of salt. I even enjoyed sand in my peanut butter sandwich. We picnicked at the beach every day. I saw little fish swimming along side us while we swam. 

I deveopped a definite liking for Shave Ice. Shopping is a new favorite hobby - I would match outfits together every change I had. The last day I developed a GI virus and crashed during lunch and then hand diarrhea the next 24 hours which made traveling back from Maui quite an ordeal for all of us but we all survived and would do it all again in a heartbeat - great time! I probably had the most zest and excitement over the trip than anyone. I was also a great little plane traveler - only one major melt down that lasted less than 2 minutes before I crashed for a nap (I just wish that scary flight attendant would not have tried to calm me down!)

Here are photos of my adventures....