Mark and I just got back from a really mellow, relaxing trip to Puerto Rico. When we booked the trip, we had every intention of bringing Lyla. But with her multiple ear infections, multiple offers to watch her and Mark's general lobbying for a childless trip, I gave in and we went solo. Don't get me wrong -- I missed her to death and cuddling with her when we got home yesterday was sheer delight -- but I have to admit it was really nice to get away. I read a total of 9 magazines, drank 7 or so pineapple mojitos, had three fantastic dinners (Marmalade was one of the best meals I have ever had; please open one in New York) and one lazy room service dinner, went through a whole bottle of SPF 15 and changed exactly zero diapers. Mark "reconnected" with his Ipod and serenaded me (rapped to me) the whole trip. Lyla, meanwhile, got the treat of splitting her time between Grandma and Papa and Bammie and Pa. Thanks so much to our fantastic parents!
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