Time for a brief synopsis of our vacation.
Day one: (Monday)
Fight with a doctor's office, any doctor's office to call in a prescription for Maggie. She has a deep cough and a fever. We sit around, waiting, for 3 hours. Finally, after much wasted time and gas, we're on the road. Great trip. The kids played and laughed all the way there. Chris and I had lovely conversation. Kim and Quinn were there when we got there. Swimming, eating and television.
Day two: (Tuesday)
Rain. Rain. Rain. We swam in the rain. We rode bikes in the rain. We tried to go to the beach during a lull in the rain, but once we got there, it rained torrentially all the way back to the house. All in all, it was a good day. Went to Target and Krispy Kreme. The kids loved watching the doughnuts being made. We discovered that Brody eats chocolate doughnuts much more neatly this year.
Day three: (Wednesday)
We rode bikes, swam in the pool and spent hours at the beach. Lots of eating, music, laughing and reading. The reading was my hobby of choice. We went to The Crab Trap for dinner. The kids bought stuffed animals.
Day four: (Thursday)
Similar to yesterday. Bikes, swimming, beach and food. After dinner, we walked to the beach. Kim, Maggie and Chris had a gymnastics contest on the beach. Chris walks on his hands the best. Kim does the best somersault. Maggie does the best round off. Then we walked down the beach to Seaside. We ate ice cream at this great little ice cream shop on the square in Seaside. Well, we ate ice cream. Silas bathed in ice cream. The kids ran and played. Then we walked home.
Overall, the first half of the week was perfect. Aside from Kim's obsessive need to get up at 5:30 am that is.
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Well, well, well. You just have to go to the 5:30 AM. I should've gone with my first instincts and come upstairs and laid in the middle of your bed, staring at you until you woke up.
I really can't help it. This sounds awfully chipper, but if I wake up early, I just think of all the things that I could get done. Sleep is impossible. And the fact that I have a 14-month old who wakes up at that time is purely coincidental.
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