Mexico-part 1

We are home. It always feels good to sleep in your own bed after 8 nights elsewhere, but it still sucks too to come back to reality.
Our trip started out like it was going to be a nightmare.

*Two days before we left, Mason had what he called "water-poop". Fantastic! Having been to Mexico three other times, I knew that the "wp" would only get worse once we got there.

* The day we left, we had to be at the airport at 5 am. Ugh! So a cab picked us up at the hotel...the driver spoke very little english and had an extreme case of hot farts (don't act like you don't know what a hot fart is, everyone knows!) It was completely nauseating. So totally nauseating that Pedro put his manners behind him and opened the window in freezing temperatures! But, things got worse! He took us to the wrong airport in Minneapolis! I was pissed. It should have been a $5 dollar cab ride that turned out to be around $25 because of this stupid driver! Anyway, we got to the airport late, but still made it. We got to the ticket counter and there was a lady pre-checking all the ID we had to bring. My birth certificate had a small tear in it and apparently was unacceptable. I had to get out of line and wait for a half an hour to have a notary come and make me an affidavit so that I wouldn't get detained in Mexico. Fantastic!

* After all the drama, we boarded the plane and where just waiting for an ultimate meltdown from the boy...it never happened. Mason was mesmerized. The flight took 4 hours and Mason was pretty close to an angel. He fell asleep right as the plane was landing in Mexico. We got off the plane, went thru customs and found our hotel rep. Now just another hour in a van and we'd be at the resort! It again went smooth accept that Mason was starving by this point and was tired of eating goldfish and craisins.

* We finally got there and checked into our room, uh wrong! We were supposed to have two beds, not one king! I marched my butt back to the lobby and informed them there were 3 of us and one bed didn't work. Some how the lady talked me into a crib. I knew she was referring to a pack-n-play like all hotels do and Mason was never able to get used to one, we've tried many many times. She told me again that it was a normal crib. I was sure she had no idea what she was talking about but I told her I'd look at it and consider it. It came to the room three hours later and was just like his crib at home! I was perfect! Now Mike and I not only got a king bed, but Mason was somewhat confined and we wouldn't have to worry about him roaming the beach at 2 am. Life is good. We all slept perfectly while we were there. Things where staring to look up for the rest of the trip. And, for those who are wondering about the important stuff...The water poop dried up by the time we arrived in Mexico. Hooray for turds!

*I'll begin to post pictures as soon as I figure how to get them off of my Christmas present camera,which was used on the trip. Not to worry, no poop will be involved.

**Note it took 3 months to use the camera, probably look for pictures sometime around...June?