For my last blog post about our Hawaiian babymoon (finally!), I thought I’d share various photos + stories that didn’t quite deserve their own blog post.
Baby’s first flight, but certainly not his last! I was so uncomfortable on the long flights to and from Hawaii and during the long layover in California, but it was worth it to travel to Hawaii. Also please note the sweet compression stockings I wore on the flights.
On our first day in Hawaii, we went to Kailua Beach Park. It was way too crowded for our liking, hence why we went to Pyramid Rock Beach at Marine Corps Base Hawaii (Hale Koa Beach at MCBH is better for swimming, by this point in the day we didn’t want to get back in the water.) But I did get this lovely photo of me + Baby in the ocean! I don’t usually care for how I look in swimsuits, but the bump was the perfect accessory for my otherwise-boring modest swimsuits.
We also attempted hiking the Pillbox. Y’all, I didn’t even make it up the hill and just sat on the dirt while Andy visited a Pillbox (just one, he didn’t want to abandon me for too long!) I’m going to blame it on the combination of parking a mile away and me being pregnant. Although let’s be honest, I wasn’t in shape before pregnancy, soooo….
Since we have no Army Clothing Sales stores in rural Iowa nor sewing shops familiar with altering military uniforms, we spent a morning at Schofield Barracks to do just that. (Only in Recruiting would you go to an Army post while on a tropical vacation, haha!) I loved seeing our “potential future home” so I didn’t mind visiting post. While Hawaii isn’t in the cards this time around, I still have hope that maybe we’ll be assigned there someday. If that doesn’t happen, maybe Andy will decide to go to the University of Hawaii with his GI Bill in post-Army life… (he has an interest in determining if the ocean is a suitable source of renewable energy and wants to study )
Immediately after visiting Pearl Harbor, we visited the Battleship Missouri on Ford Island. It was neat to see where World War II ended after having visited where it “began” (in the sense that the attack on Pearl Harbor is why the US joined WWII.) Our tour guide was former military and had Andy and me laughing so hard with some of his commentary and his “no b.s.” attitude. The other visitors in our group did not really appreciate his humor; Andy and I were the only ones who genuinely laughed. To the tour guide operator whose name I have long forgotten, thanks for making what could have been a boring history lesson enjoyable.
On our last day in Hawaii, after visiting Iolani Palace, we drove across town to visit the National Memorial Cemetery of the Pacific, aka the “Punchbowl,” passing the old Da Kine Bail Bonds building (from A&E’s Dog the Bounty Hunter show) on the way. I found it interesting that the crater (called Puowaina in Hawaiian, meaning “Hill of Sacrifice”) was where ancient Hawaiians offered human sacrifices to their gods and in the 1890s, the city of Honolulu rejected the idea of establishing a cemetery there for fear of not only polluting the water supply but establishing a “city of the dead” above the city of the living (as Punchbowl Crater is at a higher altitude than Honolulu.) The view of the city was beautiful, but even more important to us was paying our respects to those interred there. (It’s known as the “Arlington of the Pacific.”)
Only Andy can make “dorky” tourist attire look sexy 😉 Dear Andy’s Army Branch Managers, please send us to Hawaii so I can appreciate more of this fashion from my husband, please and thank you 😉
I attempted to get a photo on my DLSR of the two of us enjoying our last Hawaiian sunset but failed…
…So instead, we settled for a selfie!
And of course, I couldn’t forget to take a photo “with” Baby C. Enjoying the beautiful view was the perfect way to wrap up our week in paradise. It was truly so perfect that I ugly-cried in the airport as I was leaving… Well, it was a combination of not wanting to leave Hawaii, crazy pregnancy hormones, my inability to bend over to take off my shoes to get through security, and the dang TSA agents who kept insisting my husband abandon his hugely pregnant wife to use his TSA Precheck privileges. (Which, for the record, he did not do and instead, bent down to take off his pregnant wife’s shoes. A true gentleman. And yes, I have signed up for TSA Precheck after that experience haha.)
Hawaii was absolutely the perfect vacation and, though we know vacation isn’t the same as real-life, we would love to live there someday! 🙂