We're back!

If you've been following MiMyMa on Facebook you already know that we are, in fact, back.

Which is a boo/yay situation.

Boo to missing Mamarazzi and her husband and dog and all the fabulousness that was MiMyMa Summer Retreat MMXI.

Yay to seeing our husbands and beds again. I must say I had a very comfy bed at Casa Mama, so I didn't miss my bed that much.

I'm having a hard time doing a post right now, because there are too many things to talk about or say and I can't get it all together in a cohesive way.

We have over 800 (eight hundred!!!) pictures and videos uploaded to a site that only Mamarazzi, Myya or I can access to sort through and pick from to add to posts about our vacay.

How do I even begin to narrow that down? By days? By fun places we went and things we did? By funny anecdotes that go with almost every single picture? It would take days. Weeks. Months. Years.

So I will start with the beginning. The most obvious, to me, point that I must start with.

First: We had a fabulous time. FABULOUS. And, no, I'm not just saying that because it's on the blog and I want everyone to think we had a fab time, but we really didn't.

Second: I thought I would have a good time. I knew I would like Mamarazzi. I hoped she would like me and I knew she would like Myya. I figured she'd like our kids.

Third: I wasn't sure I would have a good time. Nobody can be sure about these things, right?

Fourth: I'm blown away by the amount this vacation exceeded my expectations. Completely blown away.

Fifth: Mamarazzi is like her blog; but not. She is herself on her blog, but her blog is only about 10 percent of the person she is. Isn't that the way it probably is with all of us?

Sixth: I knew I would like her. I already said that. I did not know that I would love her. Super a lot. Like, so much, she's a great friend who I will always love, a lot. That's a lot.

Seventh: She got me addicted to The Bachelorette.

Eighth: I feel weird blogging without Mama on my left and Myya on my right.

Ninth: We have the most epic stories ever. For reals. I'll post a video we made below that might give you an idea. I'm not sure if this is in the video or not, even though I've watched it, like, 18 million times...but...

Ten: I AM Indiana Jones.

Pay no attention to the fat chick in green. She's irritating.






So, now that I've made the list of random crap that I didn't mean to write but somehow magically appeared up there, and you've hopefully watched our 13 minutes of hilariousness, I'll go where I meant to go in the first place.

A huge, huge, huge, ginormous, hugeantic (<--- that's Little Boy's word, he made it up.) thank you to Mamarazzi and her family for welcoming us with open arms. Fast friends online doesn't necessarily translate to real life, but, thankfully, this time it did.

Thank you for the time, money, thoughtfulness and worrying you put into this trip. Thank you for making it happen. Thank you for the laughs, the tears (<---yes, there were a few. hello, 3 hormonal women?), the memories, the friendships and the experience that will be the experience to live up to from now on.

And. Thank you for the pre-emptive invite for next year. Because even if Mamarazzi and her hubs thought it was a disaster and hated us all? We love them, and we are so totally going to be back. Yep. Uh huh. I said it. And you can't hide cuz now we know where you live! And where your mama lives, so if you do hide, we'll just camp out at her house! Ha! <--- that sounds like i put too much time into this, doesn't it?

And you can take it to the bank because I am Indiana Jones!

Seriously, you all, I can't gush enough. We were in the trenches with each other. 5 kids, 1 dog, 3 women and lots of parenting; scary moments and funny moments. We bonded. It's real. We are in love. <--- was that gross? oh well.