On the houseboat trip our days went something like this:
-wake up way too early for vacation due to sun, chipper elders and a small baby
-go out in the powerboat for sightseeing or waterskiing
-pull up anchor and cruise to the next locale
-set anchor and head out in the powerboat again, often in the form of a sight-seeing "booze-cruise." This doubled as a "snooze-cruise" for Megan; the powerboat put her right to sleep.
-play games and cards in the evening
I was able to get right up waterskiing, but not so on the wakeboard. And by the end of the trip my left (back) thigh was a worthless lump of flesh it was so sore. Mac made a valiant effort and was close on many occasions, but wasn't quite able to get out of the water.
One morning after a windy night we rescued an inner tube from a small canyon. it belonged to the boat across the way from us, but we took an hour's use as our finder's fee. This could have been great fun, but we became fixated on throwing people off - this was not fun! Just ask Cousing Ed; he ended up with a cracked rib!
Megan did pretty well on the houseboat. As expected her schedule was totally thrown off and she woke up more than I like at night, but she loved having eight people shower attention on her at all times. Plus she got in a few good rides in the back pack and had some nice naps on the powerboat. Megan, however, did not like the cold water (I swam in it every day so it wasn't that cold). She squirmed and cried when I put her feet in the water and she screamed like crazy when a few drops got splashed on her head. Lucky for her we had a bathtub so she could enjoy a warm soak every now and then.
We did have a couple of scares on the trip:
At one point my milk supply went way down and I wasn't able to feed Megan. Mac and Roger went on a 100 mile formula run in the powerboat. Taking in the cost of gas for the boat ($120), this is probably the most expensive formula purchase ever. Worse, Megan refused to drink the stuff! But with a lot of hydration and small feedings things got back to normal.
And one night I awoke to find Megan's legs dangling off the side of her bed. This wasn't your average bed either; this bed was almost four feet off the ground and the ground was hard floor. When I put Megan to bed I had set a small suitcase between her and the edge of the bed to keep her from rolling off, but she scooted down nearly two feet to get beyond the suitcase, then turned 90 degrees and then scooted almost another two feet from the middle of the bed to the edge. She spent the rest of the nights with a complete luggage barrier along the entire length of the bed. My "terrible-mom" guilt is gradually subsiding.
Glen Canyon was a beautiful backdrop for our week of fun. We'll have to take Megan back when she is old enough to remember and appreciate the spectacular scenery for herself.