Honeybird

The punk and I saw a baby robin hanging out on the railroad ties in our backyard, waiting for its mama to deliver the delicious worm that was dangling from her beak. When she flew into some long vines and he hopped over and joined her, we walked outside to see them. Mama Bird had chosen her hiding place wisely, however, and we couldn't find them. But as we were investigating, another creature took notice and started humming over our heads. A tiny, whirring hummingbird hovered directly over us, then sped off at various angles to check us out. When she figured we weren't dangerous (I guess), she zoomed to a branch directly overhead and landed in her tiny nest. I had never seen a hummingbird nest before! Have you?

The punk calls it a "honeybird."

Sunsets and Palm Trees and Sand. Oh My!

My man, our punk, and I recently vacationed on the beautiful island of Maui with his parents and brother. It was a week of fun, relaxation, sun, food, luxury, and missing our basher boy, but being very relieved we didn't have to attempt those flights with an energetic one year-old. My man golfed, snorkled, and sunned. My punk played all day in the pool and on the beach. I enjoyed the flower-scented air, running on the beach, and an 80-minute beach-side massage. We all spent almost every minute in our swim suits. I even enjoyed Mother's Day at Cheeseburger in Paradise, and my 9th wedding anniversary at Pineapple Grill. Can life get any better? I submit that it can not!

Here are some of my favorite shots of the week. Backwards. (If you demand chronological order, you may begin at the bottom of the page.)

We celebrated our 9th anniversary in paradise.

Punk's first rainbow! Ever since his primary class talked about rainbows, he has hoped to see one. Maui makes dreams come true.

My man joined his little bro for a scuba refresher course and a short dive.

That's his mom and brother in his right eye and his dream babe in his left.

My man and his dad enjoyed two days of golf at Kapalua.

The punk partied hard every day, then crashed hard every night.

Exploring the streets of Lahaina

Kapalua Bay

Crackers for the punk and Grandma Lynn

Gearing up at Snorkel Bob's

I'm pretty sure I ate onion rings every day in Hawaii.

Mother's Day brunch at Cheeseburger in Paradise.

Mother's Day: ready for church!

12of12: May (Saturday)

Every month on the 12th, I take 12 photos to document my day. It is now one week later and we are all recuperating from last night's red-eye flight home from Maui. Last week, our vacation was just beginning:

1. We said goodbye to the basher. He spent the week with Grandma Caryn, Papa Andy, Aunt Rachel, Uncle Jacob, and various friends. 2. Checking in. 3. Cafe Rio at the SLC airport. 4. The punk was a great sport on the plane. He played games, watched movies, and spelled words with his new alphabet cards from Grandma Lynn. 5. Honolulu Airport. So close, but so far away. 6. Aloha! 7. Landing! 8. Our first glimpse of Maui 9. Hello palm trees! 10. Punk, meet the ocean. Ocean, Punk. 11. Frivolity at sunset 12. Goodnight, paradise.