Saturday, February 6, 2016

Island Babies

My wife and I had a refreshing and reinvigorating trip to Hawaii. We have a 6 year old daughter, and a 3 year old daughter. Any good pattern recognition machine, like the human brain, might ask if that trip our time to generate baby number three.

Very early into the trip I concluded that an island is a great place to make the first baby. You're caught up in the magic, and you think, "We're so in love. This place is magical. Let's commemorate our love and this place. Maybe we'll give it the middle name Poipu so people know for sure where and when this kid came to be." Or maybe it's just, "I've had enough Mai Tais that this seems like a good idea." Either way, you can see how one could come back with a bun in the oven.

I have more trouble with the follow on babies. We were once again swept up in island magic, and very in love, but we also realized, "You know what more kids means? Less of this." I think we could take that Hawaii trip 25 times for the cost of a college tuition.

Or maybe we just needed more Mai Tais. 

Either way, it'll be just the four of us for a little while longer.