Wanna know what the VanHorns did over the holidays? Here goes.
First, we had our own dang Christmas:
Then, we took some airplanes, plural, through San Francisco and Chicago (with 2 kids, did I mention that part?)
on Christmas Eve to make it to Columbus, OH in time for Christmas day with my parents.
The next day we drove my mom's car 11 hours south
to Charleston, SC (thanks mom! sorry Sage puked in your car) for a hotel Christmas with Erik's family:
In the morning we all took taxis to the Norwegian Majesty for a week-long cruise. Yep, a cruise. It had been a year in the planning and despite the fact that the economy is crumbling, we went to live like kings (ok, more like pirates) for a week out in the ocean.
First we stopped in Great Stirrup Cay:
The next day we went to Nassua, Bahamas:
Then Freeport, Bahamas:
There were also a few days when we just stayed on the ship out at sea. We didn't get many pictures of ship life because we spent most of that time chasing a baby down rocking halls and corridors, getting lost, trying to get kids to sleep, watching goofy song and dance shows, or eating at one of their many grazing stations. The best parts were dinners with Erik's family and watching Sage hang out with his Grammy and PopPop and cousins and letting his cousins watch McKenna while Erik and I sipped rum (not their expensive ship drinks, but our own that we smuggled on like pirates (thanks dad!).
Happy 50th anniversary Grammy and PopPop!
The next morning we docked in Port Canaveral, Florida, where we took a taxi. . . to rent a car. . . to drive to Orlando. . . to go to Disney World! (free, since Erik is still working there until February.) Whee! We only had 6 hours but we explored as much as we could.
then drove the rental back to Port Canaveral, got a taxi back to the ship and made it back in the nick of time. Here we all are on the last night:
We spent one more day at sea and then Saturday we were back in Charleston to lug our luggage through customs and into a taxi to my mom's car and drive 11 hours back to Ohio (thanks mom! sorry McKenna puked in your car).
Next up, airplanes, plural,
and now we're back home. Whew! If you're not completely exhausted you can see more pictures in my Flickr album.