Postcards From the Edge

You might think that with daylight savings plus a three hour time change, not to mention lingering RSV in Jack and a random stomach bug for Molly, might spell disaster for our Florida adventures but the sand in our bathing suits proves otherwise. The little ones and I accomplished our first mommy-and-me cross country trip, which was surprisingly uneventful, and we've been soaking up the sunshine and the sand ever since last weekend. Thankfully, John got a pass to come back to the gate with us (I think the check-in lady took one look at our merry traveling band of craziness and realized that it was in everyone's best interest to let him help us through security) and our vacation started off well and has kept on going. We've been able to swim, play at the beach, have even managed a few dinners out, and have just generally been enjoying ourselves and all the extra hands and love.

We've had mostly beautiful weather but Jack asked us to please abort a walk through what amounted to a wind tunnel.

And he likes getting his vitamin D the old fashioned way (don't worry, John, I've been covering him up and there have been no dome burns to date).

Molly has been splish splashing away and has been loving the ocean (despite her INSISTENCE that it's a lake). I'm shocked at the difference between now and last summer in how independent and adventurous she is in the water.

and on the beach... lots of building, knocking down, remodeling, and getting completely, completely sandy. The amount of sand she gets covered with is her Aunt Holly's idea of a dream come true.

And we've been absolutely loving the help and entertainment that only grandparents can provide.

Cheers to that!