Mele Kalikimaka

The Rabold family escaped to Hawaii in December for an early Christmas treat. We met up with Brian's parents, his Aunt Joanne and Uncle David, and Paula and Joe. And though Joe waited to perfect his Mai Tai recipe until after we left, we still managed to enjoy ourselves.

For James, this was his first flight. Apart from being understandably disappointed at being caged into a 4 x 6 ft space for 6 hours, he remained jolly and spent lots of time flirting with the airline attendants.

This wasn't James's first trip to the ocean but it was the first time anyone had threatened to put him in it and he was quite horrified by the idea. Because we are wonderful parents, we made sure to dunk him down to his shoulders, amidst his screams of protest. Luckily, he does love to roll around in the sand and made himself quite at home in the kiddie pool.

Since our last trip to Hawaii two years ago, Ava has made a complete turn-around and loves the ocean, and loves the pool. She also loves the hot tub, and she stationed herself nearby so that she could wait for unsuspecting parents to put their babies in the water and then lecture them on the spa being too hot for small people.

In addition to lounging around at the pool, we also took a trip to the Maui Ocean Center, where Helen went SCUBA diving in a tank with 30 or so sharks. James and Ava looked on, waving and blowing kisses. Oddly enough, Ava was terrified by the idea of Brian going into the dunk tank at our block party a few months ago--screaming, wailing and gasping for air--but seemed at peace with the idea of Helen swimming with man-eating sharks. We'll try not to over-analyze it.

It doesn't feel like we had enough time at all, but we're glad we got to spend some quality time with the East-coast Rabold crew.