Leaving on a Jet Plane

Tomorrow at the crack of dawn (possibly before - what time is the sunrise these days?), we will be leaving on a plane for tropical, lush Hawaii. The Big Island. Kona. Where they have real live erupting volcanoes. We can't wait. The last minute trips to the store have been made, including a frantic visit to Old Navy yesterday to find a swimsuit. 11 weeks pregnant means I'm too big to wear my normal suits and too small (and unwilling) to put on the maternity suit just yet. Green Paisley was my choice yesterday. Let's hope I still like it in 48 hours...

Yes, yes, we know we are incredibly lucky to have two (TWO!) opportunities to got to Hawaii in a single year thanks to near simultaneous offers from both sets of parents and the right combination of airline miles and companion fares. We are well aware that the stars will never align in our favor in this way ever again. This trip will be with all of Scott's family - similar to the trip we made two years ago. Although this visit will be nothing like that one, as our family has added two toddlers since that trip. I'm excited to see niece Calla, watch Owen run in the sand, read by the pool, and hopefully see some flowing lava. Sweet!

All that's left to do is drop the dog off, throw things in suitcases, and set our alarms for 4:30(!) AM. I'll be back posting pictures after May 4. To tide you over until then...