Our first cruise last year.
DD turned 5 on the cruise, DS was 9mo. A week before we left, my DD broke her ankle and was in a swimming cast.
Early early our first morning at sea, my daughter had awoken and needed help to the head. She slept in the ceiling bunk the whole trip and never had problems going up the ladder, just a couple of times needed assistance coming down. So I got up to help her.
After using the facillities, she asked, "Mama, can we go sit on our verandah?" I nodded, and we walked around the crib out to our private space, and cuddled on the chair. We watched a shooting star and made a wish. We whispered about the wonder and awesomeness of the ocean, how it was scary and pretty cool, too. She asked if that was what God's love was like, big and powerful, but pretty. We whispered about missing my Dad who had died the year before, and how he must be an angel up there in the stars. And then she snuggled into my neck and fell asleep.
My baby boy learned to pull up and toddle by pushing his stroller around on that cruise, too