shoot, never a better time to take your kid on a vacation than four weeks after his birth, right? fox was actually quite the champion on our trip to the chinese island province of hainan. before we left i was a bit skeptical about hainan, the chineezy hawaii, convinced that nothing in china could ever come close to the beautiful beaches of hawaii; however, hainan had clean, breathable air, and that was enough to get me on the plane.
happy easter and happy birthday fox. matt's a little jealous of fox's dapper ensemble.
gilligan and mary ann.
it was surprisingly nice. we didn't leave the resort, just to keep things logistically simple. we lounged around, read, ate, and taught our newborn the finer points of doing nothing by the poolside. matt insisted i get a massage, something i've never done at a hotel before and hope to do again.
the only real drama we encountered was trying to get off that rock. first, our cab ride to the airport was one of those cultural experiences you don't need to have ever again. matt and i were convinced the cab was about to lose one or more of its tires everytime we hauled around a corner. and driving on hainan was an adventure in itself -- getting cut-off, slamming on the breaks, leaning on the horn, running red lights, speeding -- felt like i was back in dallas. secondly, our flight was overbooked and we were the lucky ones shafted with being forced to find a different way home -- they didn't give us a choice. so, one flight, two border crossings and a couple of bus rides later, we got back safely and soundly. fox slept the whole time. good boy.