Krabi

We just got back from Krabi Sunday night. Sorry for not writing more or emailing people more. I've been really busy with embassy stuff. Early mornings, when its best to call people, are not best for me since I'm usually scrambling to get him taken care of before his morning meltdown - a product of hunger and mommy being on the phone ignoring him from the moment he wakes up.

About Krabi. Krabi is not an island, but where we stayed is on a remote point jutting into the ocean and it's cut off by mountains like the one in the picture above. That's why in order to get there, we had to not only take a plane, but also a van, and then a longtail boat. What made this trip so amazing was that we arrived by longtail boat at night. It was Pat, Sawyer and I, plus two couples (one with a baby) and another friend and her baby. We all got in this boat in the dark and set out for the resort. It was pitch black except for a few boats we'd see pass by with their lights shining. When we started to pull into the bay, we could see twinkling lights along the beach and lights shining up the mountains. It was a captivating and exciting moment because we were arriving somewhere new, and could only see shadows of what we knew must be 10 times larger and more beautiful during the day. Sawyer was a very good boy on the trip despite it creeping closer to bedtime, and then passing bedtime. He sat on my lap in the longboat with every right to scream his head off: pitch black, loud engine, where the heck am I? But he just sat quietly holding my hands and listening to me whisper in his ear that he's such a good boy and that we were going to have lots of fun.

We stayed in private cottages. They each had a walled-in patio with chairs, an outdoor shower, and coldwater jacuzzi. We had a crib in our room for Sawyer but it was a bit small for him so he spent most nights and naps on our bed. I also figured we had enough snacks for him without the complimentary lead paint appetizers on the bars - bars that were just far apart enough for Sawyer to fit his head through and get stuck. Gotta love Thailand's safety regulations. But I digress...The next morning I woke up before the boys, a little fed up with being confined to the very edge of the bed as Sawyer scooted me away from him. I looked out of our windows to see mountains. It was a nice view.


The three days went by quickly. We usually ate at the restaurant at our resort, but sometimes walked down the beach to eat and drink at a coffee shop/restaurant that had more of Railay's hippies than our place. One of the days we hired a longtail boat to take us to Poda Island where we did a little snorkelling, swam with a huge school of fish that like to nibble at you, and swing on giant hippie swings hanging from Australian pines. Other than that excursion, we spent a lot of time in the pool and relaxing. Our bottle of Malibu rum came in handy since the hotel restaurant made pretty good pineapple and coconut shakes. Pat and I traded off nights with one of us staying in the room while Sawyer slept and the other hanging out with our friends on another their patio. All three kids did really well despite what we expected to be some uncomfortable situations involving relentless sun, salty water, and sand-coated hineys. There's tons to write about this but I'll bore you with some other subjects instead.

My mom recently warned me: "You hear from everyone how it's going to go by so quickly. It does, but now is when it really starts to speed up." It took me a couple days to realize how right she is. As of now, there are no sleepless nights I wish would be over with. I'm not constantly changing spit-up-soaked onesies and breastmilk poopie blowouts. Since we're just before major tantrums but have finally passed the more high-maintenance baby days, Sawyer has hit his most fun age for us. He's spitting out words left and right. He listens in on my conversations and chooses random words to repeat. (Have I mentioned that I need to watch my mouth?) He is in love with the pool, his bunny rabbit (he calls him "Munny"), crayons, letters, mom and dad, and his imaginary friend cat. He's even eating all his food instead of being mad that it's not macaroni and cheese every night. This is NOT bragging and I AM jinxing myself here. I am just really trying to appreciate a phase that is bound to pass instead of taking it for granted.

When the babies are small, you have these sweet little moments with them, but they're sort of one-sided. Now, the sweet moments are two-sided. Last night, we searched the city sky-line for the moon and found it. It's not often that we can see it, especially during this cloudy rainy season. I turned out the light in the dining room so that there would be no glare, and Sawyer and I laid on the carpet on our backs looking up at the moon. He likes to wave and say, "Hi!" to the moon about 45 times once he's found it. He also tells the moon bye when it's time for bed. Another cute moment lately has been while we get his pj's on at night. He and I make different faces in the mirror. So far, we can do sad and mad, a goofy happy face, and the open-close mouth face.

It's been forever since I've posted so I'll just throw this one up here and then try to put pictures up without words (yes, without words!) more often since that only takes a second. Also, we have lots of visitors coming in '09 and I'm SO SO SO excited!