After a long day on the Superferry and then a long drive up to Haleakala the day before, we decided Saturday was a hotel day just to relax. Hubby was hoping for a nice breakfast out. The room was equipped with a full kitchen, and I convinced Hubby our kids couldn't tell the difference between a fancy shmancy breakfast or the fruit, yogurt, and peanut butter we brought. Really, they didn't care what they ate, as long as they could get into the pool. In the midst of this discussion our kids disappeared. Just to prove how unphased they are by anything but water, here is where we found them.
In the end, Son2 took a nap, Hubby finished a grad school paper, and Son1 and I fed the koi fish in the pond. The night before we had been the only ones in the keiki pool, but today we found friends with cool floaties.
Hubby called. His grad paper was done and Son2 was up. We headed back to the room to collect the rest of the family. The day before we bought a lemon coconut cake for my birthday at Costco. It wasn't quite my birthday yet, but it was my birthday weekend, and we wanted cake. We didn't have a candle for me, so we sang, and blew out the decorative orchid on the cake. Simply an example of how silly we get.
After lunch we played in another pool. This was the first time Son1 has been big enough to ride the big people slides by himself. He thought he was sooo cool.
Hubby and I took turns water sliding and playing motor boat until the big people slide closed.
The keiki pool stayed open much later. This was our favorite. The pool was black bottom, and super warm, because the bright sun keeps it nice and toasty. The pool was only 1.5 feet deep. In the middle of the pool was a pirate ship that spouted water out of the cannons and out of the portholes. The porthole to the right is also a slide. All three of the boys went down together a few times. They like to do things together, those three!
We were hungry all over again. Hubby really wanted us to go out for a nice romantic dinner. Gently, I suggested this was a potential nightmare. Gently. A little too gently. We showered everyone up, put the boys in their matching shirts, and headed for dinner facing the sunset, overlooking the gardens and koi pond. Romantic, huh? Mmm hmmm, for less than five minutes. An emotional meltdown, food throwing, and ear piercing shrieking five minutes later, I was in the room with an overtired little boy, alone. I tugged on his pajamas, fished out some food from the refrigerator for him, and finally put him to bed. As I was closing the door to the bedroom, I heard a knock on the door. There stood Hubby and Son1 with boxed dinners, and a sweet grin on his face. Yup, that's Mr. Romance for you.Son1 watched a DVD in the living room, while Hubby and I scraped dinner out of those cardboard boxes onto plates, and set the lanai outside with linens. And guess what? We had the same romantic view from the restaurant, only several feet higher in the air. Except it was far more romantic. One child was sleeping, one was occupied, and we were alone, having surf and turf by sunset. 
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