"You have a beautiful family!"
were the most we heard,several times a day. The staff loved the little ones especially, because many of them have kids back home. People were kind and patient with our bunch. I miss not being complemented. In Utah, it's normal to have a bunch of blond kids.
I have to say cruising with 12 adults and 9 kids overall was so much fun. We would meet at various places on the ship for meals or games or swimming. Or we would spend time in individual families.
JB and his brother Bart played some basketball one day.
Kids Club was so great. One night they dressed the kids up like pirates for the show:
Another night it was smurfs.
We had another dress up night, though we didn't eat in the dining room again. We tried it two nights, but with four kids, you just can't sit for two hours for a longer meal.
We ate most of our meals at the buffet on deck 14, where a pizza maker from Sicily and his helpers cranked out some of the best pizza I've ever had. MSC is an Italian cruise line, and Max couldn't have been happier. He ate pizza for lunch and for dinner just about every day. So we took his picture with the pizza man the last night.
The ships mascot was called Doremi, (like Do Re Mi I assume), and it came complete with an Italian song that they would sing over and over in kids club.
Max won one of the stuffed things, so naturally Benny wanted to spend his alloted money on one, too.
And cousins Emily and Jane also became obsessed. This is everyone at the Miami airport, waiting for the flights back home.
Saturday we flew home, thankfully on a newer Delta plane with in-seat free entertainment screens of movies and games. Saved our sanity, that's for sure. A former nanny sat by me and didn't mind stir-crazy James on my lap. And uncle Scott sat by one of my boys on each leg, helping them with snacks and headphones, for which I will be forever grateful.
Max wants to go back, and I agree.