


All about the happenings at our {big} little house here on the westside.






Here I told Jamie to smile :)
Dad gets a chance to play with Abby, and she, of course, is sucking on her fingers (she loves to do that now, which just makes for more drool).
Me. Notice how deep the foot impressions are in the sand - for some reason it doesn't seem to pack down at all, even where it's wet. It was so weird compared to our beaches here, and it made it a lot harder to walk on.
The best of the sunset.
On our way back to Honolulu on our last day we stopped at the pineapple plantation - the pineapple whip was delish! Here's a baby pineapple...
...and a baby Abby.
Parting shots at Ala Moana beach back in Honolulu.
Til next time!
Chad eating away at the shrimp - you had to peel them yourself, which is why we had a whole plate of peels.
The original - and most recommended.
On our fourth day it poured down rain, and was actually quite cold. We went to one of the most scenic beaches on the island but it had not let up at all so we came back to Honolulu and went to the Bishop Museum, which is a museum about Hawaiian and Polynesian life, culture, and history. Here we saw what hula dancing once was (grass skirts were added later for sex-appeal). We also learned a lot about the formation of the islands and about the differences between Hawaii and the other Polynesian islands.
Abby and dad on the "lava" slide.
Abby riding the snail (maybe the snail was something that was brought to the island - I don't know, I didn't read that part). Although I did learn that pineapples are not native to Hawaii.
On our fifth day I called the surf-report and learned that they were expecting 12-15 ft waves out on the north shore. Here is a picture I took of one that was probably about 12 feet, although it is hard to tell without a surfer in there. This was taken at the Pipeline, and we did get to see a few guys brave the waves.
In the surfing town of HaleIwa, on the north shore, there is a famous shave-ice shop. I stopped in to get one to see what the fuss was all about. To tell you the truth, I thought it was way too sweet. But it was only a $1.50 and it will make a good scrapbook page - so owell!
A view of the memorial as we're approaching on the boat.
Oil that still leaks from one of the underwater hatches. They estimate that 2 quarts of oil leaks from the ship every day. Many consider this to be the tears of those entombed here.
This is the base of gun turrett #3 which remains out of the water.
Here is the wall which lists everyone who died aboard the ship. Back at the museum there is another memorial which lists everyone else who died on Oahu that day because of the attack.
The memorial flagstaff seems to say so much without saying anything at all...