Stay-cation instead of Vacation!

So I've been begging pleading Roe (my dear husband) for a vacation. Somewhere where we can relax, enjoy some sun (that requires serious SPF) and dresses, walk around and enjoy good food... you get the picture. But in this economy, you not only have to watch your pennies (and seriously, my mutual fund is becoming pennies after my financial advisor promised a few $100,000) but you also have to watch your back at work. You've got to make yourself indispensible and worth your stay. But fear not, you can totally make your Staycation BETTER than a vacation!

I mean, you get PAID to take vacation days... TAKE THEM, YOU WORKAHOLICS! You can plan a day around your town/city/state: go to museums, amusement parks, carnivals, attractions, etc. Eat out at every meal or make meals together at home. (note: only do this if it will NOT be stressful for you. if you have a husband like mine that likes to supervise in the kitchen, keep him busy with something else! I like to keep him busy at the grill while I prepare everything else in the kitchen.) Go out for coffee with your spouse or do date night during the evening while you get a house sitter--go out AFTER your little one goes to sleep! Do things you enjoyed before kids: for us, we loved grocery shopping or running errands together. But whatever it is, you just have to commit to no nagging and no stress. Lounge in a bikini on your deck if you have to or make some Sangria and wear sunglasses indoors--whatever it takes!

And the BIGGEST plus is that you don't have to pack/take a huge suit case JUST for Isabella, go through airport security huffing and puffing, carry a stroller and monstrous (and seriously, it's a $300 monster) carseat, rent a crib, clean that crib, go through sleepless nights, and worry about nap times.

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On a side note: Isabella has officially taken steps without assitance since Tuesday. Only 2-4 currently but the look on her face is priceless! She looks so proud of herself and she'll speed crawl to you or fall in your lap with a huge look of toothy accomplishment.

Side note II: Isabella attends a private preschool near our house 2x/week. I went to pick her up today and was met with the cutest soon-to-be-big toddler sporting the same leggings I put on her this morning but with a tie-dyed onesie she made that said, "i love mom" and "happy mother's day!". Afterwards, I HAD to go to the grocery store (or anywhere public) just to show it off.

I'm officially a very proud mama.