The Mayan

Today we went to the Mayan to eat dinner as an early celebration for Mother's Day. For those of you who don't know, the Mayan is a one-of-a-kind restaurant that has fire-throwing "Mayan" divers that actually dive off fake cliffs, inside the restaurant, into water. Joni loves it there and we were wanting to do something fun and different tonight, so we drove up to Sandy for the evening.

Here is Joni getting a taste of her first Sprite, at least that we can remember. We didn't capture her delight on camera, but she was pretty pleased, to say the least.

We were lucky enough to be seated right up front where the show is, but it put us in the "wet zone." This sign was right in between mine and Joni's heads. I was half expecting something like what you experience at Sea World's dolphin show where you leave dripping from every hair, but it wasn't bad at all. When they turned the waterfalls on really hard we got a little damp from the mist, but that was about it.

I tried really hard to get good pictures of the divers' show, but it was so high and so dark, they didn't turn out. But here's a picture of one of the guys walking past our table.

Both kids couldn't have been happier. Joni got "cheesy noodles" and Jackson sucked on Tom's french-fries. Jackson showed us his I'm-thoroughly-excited sign by kicking and shaking through most of our time there.

Joni the beautician

In an effort to get rid of the last little bit of Jackson's cradle cap, I put olive oil in his hair last night. Then this morning while talking to my mom on the phone, I looked over at the kids and Joni was brushing Jackson's hair with a play hand broom. He really seemed to be enjoying it, so I let it be.


It actually turned out pretty darn cute in the end, if I do say so! I've never seen such a cute mohawk!

Also, just as a little side-note, I wanted to document something cute (and I'll be honest, a little annoying at times) thing that Joni ALWAYS says lately. EVERY SINGLE TIME I get off the phone with someone, Joni and I have the exact same conversation, and it goes something like this,

Joni: "Who was that?"
Me: "Grandma" (for example)
Joni: "What she says?"
Me: "Oh, she wanted to know if we're coming to visit this weekend."
Then Joni says in an extremely annoyed voice, "But mom! What is ALL she says?!?"... meaning she knows we talked a lot longer than the time it takes for grandma to say that one thing... she wants to know it ALL!

I just have to laugh because I do the exact same thing with Tom. Whenever he gets done with a long phone conversation with someone, I always ask what that person said. When he tries to give me a quick, one sentence answer, I have to probe further to get all the juicy details! :-) Like mother, like daughter, I guess.