30 Degrees In Maui?

On the only rainy day of our trip, the Husband thought that it was a good idea to climb the volcano. We all agreed to the 4 hour trip so long as we could bring some cold beers in the back, to which he happily acquiesced.

We drove and we drank, and we drove and we drank some more.....eventually reaching the top which to my surprise was only 30 degrees! Considering that it was about 80 at the bottom, this was quite the temperature swing. 

Our plans for a "hike" were quickly dismissed, but at least we got in some good pictures. If you are ever in Maui and have some time to kill, I highly recommend this trip. Just make sure you have a designated driver and some icy Heinekens. Oh, and a winter coat!

Here is the view from the bottom.

And the view from the top.

10,000 + feet in less than two hours, not bad.

Here we are freezing our butts off for a quick pic. 

A word to a wise, you get a bit drunker at high altitudes. This was something that Yum may have forgotten on the ride home. At least it made for a very interesting night!

A Poser?

While looking though some photos taken thus far during our trip I have begun to notice a subtle  trend.  For some reason I seem to have a very specific "pose" whenever I am taking pictures with the Husband. I don't think I am consciously aware of said "pose" but I was unable to find a shot where I wasn't standing with my arm draped somewhere over his midsection, usually with my hands clasped at his waist. 

I'm not a body language expert so I am unsure of what this says about us, but either way I think we look pretty damn cute. I recognize that I may be a bit biased in that respect. 

As you can see we are enjoying our time in paradise. 

Maui I heart you.

Separate Vacations.

I never would have believed it had you told me last week. Never. In fact, I still can't believe that the little man is doing so well without his "mama." Likewise, his "mama" is doing equally as well without her little man. Sure I miss the pee out of the little guy, but lounging by the pool all day definitely mutes any desire to run back home.

 The little man is having an amazing time soaking up all the love from his grandparents, while I am enjoying soaking up some much needed sun. Although it may seem premature, I think we may  have made it through our first separate vacations. 

All that's left now is to kick back and relax....what else is a mum on vacation to do?

Here I am lounging by the pool, doing what I do best.

My view of the 90 degree water.

Here is the little man enjoying his "vacation" at the children's museum.

Morning Yoga.

At 5 am The Hubs and I were wide awake. A six hour time change will do that to you. I patiently waited the two hours it took for the sun to come up. Since everyone else still seemed to be sleeping I thought this would be a great chance to get in some beach yoga.

First I had to find just the right place.

This was too public.

The church seemed like a nice possibility.

The grass was a bit too wet though.

I found a nice little cove that seemed to fit just right.

Add in some Coldplay on the Ipod and I had a pretty amazing place to practice. 

Travel Time 16 Hours and Change.

We made it!

In case you were unsure, Hawaii is really really really far away from Boston. like get up at 5am, 6 hour trip to San Francisco, 3 hour layover, 5:30 minute flight to Maui, and 30 minute drive to the hotel far. Yeah that far. If you had asked me on the flight if it was worth all that travel I would have said absolutely NO, if you asked my last night while I was having a Mai Tai by the pool I would have said Hell Yes! 

I only had one, "oh my god I miss the little man, how could we have left him, I can't be away from him this long, oh my baby meltdown." This occurred somewhere over the Pacific and was gone far before the plane touched down. Once I received confirmation from my mother-in-law that he has been absolutely perfect I was finally able to relax.

Here are some pics of the journey so far.

My last minute attempt at packing, needless to say I brought way to much, says The Husband.

A much needed beer and burrito at the SFO airport. It was surprisingly yummy!

With that much flying time I managed to read an entire book, 4 magazines, and watch the Sex and The City Movie (aka best movie ever) on my computer. 

Did I mention yet that flying without a baby is a dream. Seriously, after 18 months of hell on planes, this trip was pretty much as close to heaven as you can get.

Wait List Is The New No.

If Bitter is the new Black, than in this economy Wait List is the New No.

Wednesday I rushed to my mailbox for my much anticipated nursery school letter and I found this.

Dear Yummy Mummy,

We loved meeting you, blah blah blah, we think you would fit in great at our school, blah blah blah, unfortunately we don't have space available at this time, blah blah blah....we would like to put you on our WAITLIST...blah blah blah. You will be notified just as soon as a spot opens up...blah blah blah.

Sincerely,

X Nursery School.

This is what they REALLY meant.

Dear Yummy Mummy,

Your husband is not a Red Sox player, nor are you a billionaire. You have not made massive contributions to our school and you have never appeared in the society pages of any of the local newspapers. However, in this economy we can't count on all the families that we have deemed worthy enough to be able to pay our pricey tuition. Therefore, we would like to make you wait and put all your plans on hold just in case we need your money and then maybe, JUST MAYBE, you will be granted admission to our school...unless someone better comes along that is.

Suck It,

Elitist Nursery School

OK, clearly I am still bitter. After 2 days of wondering what we did wrong I now realize that this is not the end of the world, and that this is just a blip on the little man's educational future. A good friend of mine was also wait listed for another school and they are the best people I know so clearly there is nothing we could have done. My friend's husband was the one who said, and I agree, that in this economy no one is going to say "No" for fear that maybe people will not be able to pay when they are granted admission, so it is likely that everyone who wasn't an immediate yes, was then put on the dreaded wait list. 

The Husband, who is unaffected by all this, thinks that the whole thing was probably fixed from the beginning. Not in a Madoff pyramid scheme sort of way, but more in a "we only have 10 spots and we all know someone who has already put in the effort, time, and money to fill those spots." Like everything else in this town it seems to be all about who you know, not necessarily who you are. I guess even at 18 months that lesson seems to apply.

At this point I am pretty much over the initial rejection. My mother-in-law has assured me that this is nothing compared to the feeling when those college applications start to roll in. Besides I look at my husband, and all the other successful men and women I know and none of them went to some fancy, schmancy private nursery school so I don't think this denial will be indicative of the little man's future. 

I of course reserve the right to reassess if that phone call ever does come in saying that my little man has been deemed "acceptable."

A Minor Slip.

I'm sure by now you have noticed that I haven't updated today's "days since YM's last purchase." Yea, well thats because I am now back to 1. 1 sad day. Although I ended up breaking a pretty amazing streak, this break was well worth it. Go big or go home they say, right?

Ok, so all winter long I have been lusting after a leather motorcycle jacket. LUSTING. Yesterday, on Gilt I found what my life has been missing. Enter the Tory Burch sale. This jacket retailed for 795 dollars. It was on sale for 308. I had quite a bit of gilt "credits" so it ended up being practically free. Well not free, but at least 80% off. 

Put it this way, if I was a leather jacket I would be this leather jacket. I woke up today with no remorse. In fact, the only emotion I felt was absolute confidence that I made the right choice. What's a girl to do when they are practically giving this stuff away?

Guess I'm back to working those twelve steps again. Ahhhhh but it was so worth it!

Life Update.

The in-laws are arriving in a few hours, which means that Yummy Mummy is currently in crazy, psycho, clean the house mode. Since I have limited time I figured this would be a good chance to give you a life update.

1. Baby Number 2- I went to the doctor yesterday who doesn't seem to be too concerned that I haven't conceived in the past 5 months. Yea, well I'm concerned so we weren't exactly on the same page. She suggested I start tracking my cycle.In response I whipped out my excel spreadsheet. She then got the picture. The bottom line is that she can't really do or tell me anything. She is pretty sure that it has nothing to do with the miscarriage or D&E. She is, however, concerned that my ovulation days are pretty all over the place. Her first thought is that maybe I am not producing enough progesterone to support a pregnancy. When we get back from Maui I am going to begin having my blood work drawn throughout the next cycle to see if this whole thing may be hormonal. If there is no abnormality then she will refer me to a fertility clinic for the next level of tests. The Husband is hoping we don't get that far so he won't have to have a date with a plastic cup (yikes.) I'm just glad that we are now on their map and I feel like I am being proactive about this whole thing which gives me a lot less anxiety. 
2. Nursery School- Application letters were sent today so I have been checking the mailbox every 15 minutes even though I know we won't hear until at least tomorrow. My friend who applied to a different school found out that she is in, so I'm psyched for them. Fingers crossed for us.
3. Maui- Last night I began to panic about the fact that we are flying without the little man. Panic as in, oh my god what if the plane goes down and we leave him without parents? Totally irrational I know. Today I drafted a quickie will and confirmed that our life insurance policies are in place. Now I am again jumping out of my skin with excitement. I just can't believe in 5 days I am going to be sitting on the beach drinking cocktails. Yay!
4. Shopping Moratorium- Hmmmmm minor slip. A gilt sale to good to be true. It's for fall so it doesn't really exist right? Details to follow when I break the news at home.
5. My New Avatar- So I am totally a sheep and copied The Missus and Legally Brunette and made an avatar. Those of you who know me tell me what you think, does she look like me?

That's the quick and dirty of my week. I will let you know as soon as there is any news to report! 

Proper Plane Attire.

I've begun to think about packing for our upcoming trip. I can hardly believe it but we are already leaving on Saturday (gulp.) I finally have the perfect Maui/ Resort attire thanks to my early shopping, but I just realized that I am completely lacking the proper plane attire. 

This isn't the first time that I have run in to this problem, and I have determined that it is not my fault, but rather New England's fault. Really, what is one to wear when you are going from about 20 degree temps at 6am to 90 degree temps at 2pm all in the same day? Clearly layers are the way to go, but then by the end of the trip you have about 50 million pieces of clothing to remember (my good friend the Missus left her trench in SFO a few months ago due to this same problem.)

We have a 6 hour flight to San Francisco, and then another 6 hour flight to Maui, so comfort is a must. Right now I'm thinking my boyfriend jeans, gray T, white Mason vest, converse, and my trench sans winter warmer. Oh, and a gray and white striped cotton scarf. This way I can shed layers as we go and still look presentable at every stop. Now that I think about it I may also slip a pair of sandals in my bag so when that plane hits the ground I can officially start my vacation.

What  I won't be wearing is what Posh was recently spotted in on her way to catch a flight. 

Seriously, is she for real? That just can't be comfortable.