Here is a random assortment of photographs from our blissful trip to Tulum, Mexico. I didn't have this blog on my mind in Mexico and never remembered to take out the camera for photos.

It's remarkable how little one can actually manage to think about while sipping pina coladas on the beach, and the day's most difficult decision becomes, "Should I place my ass in the hammock or directly in the sand."

Cautious little Mahalia waited till day five to take off her shoes in the sand and never made it into the Caribbean. If all goes as planned, there will be more Mexican vacations during her childhood providing more opportunities for her to bathe in that delicious water. She spent her days chasing the resort cat and dogs around the cabanas and foraging through our bags for pieces of chocolate.

I'd like to give a shout out to my homey who's freezing cold way up in Buffalo.

During a recent visit from Grandma and Grandpa, Mahalia became fascinated with Pa-Pa's watch. Perhaps Grandpa was plagued with guilt for taking his watch back to the Rockies because a few weeks later Mahalia received the watch in the mail. It's now back where it belongs, safely secured onto Mahalia's ankle.

The wind is howling. I feel a bit like Laura Ingalls in the big house. Shane is in Sicily. Punk.

Mexico is only one week away.

Mahalia is gearing up for Spring!