Sunday, February 8 - Cruise Day One

We woke up, had breakfast in the Jade Café, and went to “church.” Actually, it was a podcast of Joel Osteen from Lakewood Church in Houston, shown in a movie theatre. We enjoyed that, and the prayer afterwards with some of the passengers.
After lunch in the Windjammer Café, we put our children in “Adventure Ocean,” the childcare program. Then Doug and I were free! We went at it with a vengeance. First, we climbed the forty-foot rock wall. The view from the top was exhilarating, and rappelling down was a lot of fun! We played adult dodgeball (Doug’s glasses broke with a shot to his face), and miniature golf. Apparently, Leslie got the hang of putting with the rolling of the ship, as she was soundly ahead for the entirety of the game. Speaking of competition, I think we are the most competitive couple I have ever met. I drew the line when I realized how silly we looked racing each other down the stairs from floor to floor. Some dignity, please.

We decided to check in and see how Christopher was doing. We peeked into his classroom long enough to notice that everyone was sitting quietly listening to a story about someone who ran fast. “I can run fast!” we heard Christopher exclaim as he took off across the room. “Christopher, come back here!” we heard in reply.
Good, we thought. Behaving like his normal self J.
We worked out in the gym, soaked in the adult-only hot tub where we made a new friend from Canada, and went to a formal dinner in the dining room, all without our children.
We were imagining how they were missing us, sitting by the door waiting, but when we got there, they were kind of sad we were there! They had absolutely loved it. True to form, Aaron was the captain of the soccer game they were playing when we arrived. Also true to form, Shannon handed us a note that a BOY had given her. Inside the note there was a slip of paper with a ROOM NUMBER on it! We just about flipped until she mentioned that that room number was from a girl she met. Phew! She had also arranged a playdate with the girl for the following day, all without our intervention. Boy, our children are consistent.