balneario camboriu.

 

daniel has said to me about 20 times in the last week "these are the days, hannah" as we watch henry and charles wrestle and giggle on the bed, or when we are eating pancakes again for dinner or watching charles eat applesauce for the first time, or looking at each other at 3am with a tent full of humidifiers and esstiential oils trying to keep sick babies asleep, or realizing that charles' two little bottom teeth poked through or when, without fail, henry runs to the elevator to "tiss daddy" goodbye in the morning or, or, or...

and you know something, he is completely right. these are the days. the best days. the days when we have two baby boys, and we all fit in a car, and neither son can talk back to us, and they both want as many kisses and we can give them, and they giggle at all our terrible jokes and dance moves... it's really just wonderful. 

daniel and i don't believe in nights apart so when we got word last week that he had to leave for a weekend "retreat" for work. we packed our bags and went with him. charles was sick and henry was sick (but almost better) but we both figured it would be just as easy to spend all day at the beach being sick than it would being at home being sick. and, of course, we were right. we took an hourish flight to balneario camboriu. 

what a blast. literally.

 daniel and henry. there is something really sweet about this picture, huh? those two...

 poor charles buut he loved being outside.

 someone please hold on to henry-where is his mother?

this was on our boat ride the last day. after henry drank two juice boxes he decided he was sea sick and threw up four times.
we were all a mess. but this view, i mean... i think it just might have been worth it.