poo-ket

Two times this month we have experienced below freezing temperatures. Once on our borderline, disastrous trip to Icy Wonderland and once when we (only Rocky and I this time, and maybe Dallin and Hannah) were riding home from dinner on the scooter. I quickly ran inside, bundled up and checked the outside temperature. It was 73.

This is when I realized when we move back to UT, I'm toast. Well, frozen toast--so maybe that makes me fish sticks. I have been ruined. My blood is too thin and I have no cold tolerance.  Be prepared to see me in a Ralphie snowsuit every time I'm outside from November--April.

I also became incredibly grateful we would be spending Christmas at the beach.

A few days after Christmas my family flew in and we headed down to Phuket. The hotel where we stayed was clearly designed for children, by children. Yes, designers are getting younger and younger. I'm guessing the average age of this design team was about 11.

The resort was home to several pools, a water park and was located right underneath the airport. Nothing is quite as entertaining to kids (or adults) as watching a 747 land on your head. But the dead give away of the designer(s) young age was this:

Yes, that is the crib we were given. And yes, that is a zip open door. When we got the crib, Winston had already fallen asleep so we laid him in without noticing anything too irregular.

In the morning we were awakened by Winston himself. Out of bed and strutting around. My first thoughts circled around, "Thirteen months? This is a new record." and "There goes the vacation." When we discovered the unzipped door, we were incredibly relieved and immediately tried to zip it up--only to find there was no zipper. After some pretty creative jimmy rigging (pushing it against a wall) we had just out maneuvered this child design. Nothing quite inflates the ego like outsmarting a child.

I still can't believe I forgot to pack a jacket. I was able to get by wearing several hotel bathrobes.

 I have a bazillion of these pictures. Those child designers really pegged me.

 Rocky snuck down to Railay one day to check off a bucket list item and do some deep water soloing. At least I think that's what it's called. To me it looks like some kind of old pirate torture. Or volunteering to climb the Cliffs of Insanity after Vizzini cuts the rope.

I really feel that Winston is growing into his mullet.

Not a bad way to spend Christmas break.


Who's up for next year?