We took the kids to San Antonio for their Fall Break. We travelled six hours to get there. And, amazingly, there was only one brief period toward the end of our trip there (at 10:00pm after a full day of school) that involved wailing and gnashing of teeth. But, it was completely understandable because he "couldn't get comfortable in his seat" and his "bottom hurt from sitting on it" and he "was itchy." Itchy?! (And, that was just Shawn. ba-dum-cha!)
I'm not sure why we chose to drive so far when all the kids require for a five-star vacation rating is a swimming pool. I kid. There was a water slide, too - woot! And, a movie on the lawn one night. And, s'mores. There was a lazy river, too. But, in October, the unheated river is roughly the temperature of ice water. It still had a "beach" beside it, though. And, the kids endeavored to see if they could get every inch of their bodies covered with sand. Truly, a generational gap in what we all consider "fun".
(I tried to use the "Vibrance" effect from Picnik on these pics and it just made the kids look sunburned. Don't judge our sunscreening ability... this is an unfair representation!)
The kids had so much fun at the hotel property that they were actually annoyed that we forced them to see the Alamo and the Riverwalk one day. But, we made the poor, long-suffering darlings deal with it. And, they got ice cream in the end, so it turned out to be a successful venture.
While we were on the property, Shawn guilted me into the pool more times than I cared for (read that as "ever"). What's the age when the pool goes from the-ultimate-in-fun to make-you-cold, and try not to get-your-hair-wet-so-you-don't-have-to-wash-it-again or let-your-eye-makeup-run-down-your-cheeks? But, somehow Shawn thought letting-kids-climb-on-your-head and keep-Elizabeth-from-drowning-because-of-her-own-fearlessness-and-over-inflated-sense-of-swimming-ablity was a two person job. And, there may have been something about "family time". (He clearly didn't appreciate my outgoing cheering and participation from the lounge chair!) But, hello? I have stitches! (Stitches that can get wet. But, that's not the point. Stitches! I feel like I should get some sympathy mileage out of all six of them.)
But, seriously, we had a great time. The kids are finally at the age that they are more fun than work. There used to be a time when it was the same ol' childcare, just a different location. Now, the four of us actually make happy memories - together.
I do have a suggestion for you, though, San Antonio. Work on the humidity. I think your tourism would really improve if one didn't have to drink the air and your atmosphere weren't so catastrophic to the average hair-do.