My mom is on a plane headed back to Ohio now... poor thing. It's always so hard to say goodbye at the airport. And now it's even worse for her because she knows that Moana is going to change so much by the time she sees her again.
I remember telling my mom I was pregnant... seems like a lifetime ago... and her first reaction (after she jumped on me with joy) was tears at the thought that she wasn't going to really 'know' her grandbaby. These are the hard things about living on an island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.
Before I took her to the airport we went to a park in Kailua where Scott met us with lunch and we got to play with Moana on the swings. Boy, does she ever love that swing.
Mom and I actually took Moana to this park yesterday just to see if she would like the swing (or could sit in it). She squealed with joy as soon as she was in it.
Then today she got this huge smile on her face just looking at the thing. Two days in a row in the swing... I'm spoiling my daughter. Although today it was a treat she deserved because she endured three shots at the doctor's office. Boy can that baby scream.