Obviously, I'm back from the beach. Woo hoo! And I've got to say-
I am so proud of lil man. He was an angel. The drive wasn't bad. He slept well in the hotel room. He came, he saw, he conquered.
He's not too fond of the beach, but pool time seemed to be a hit. I wasn't too fond of the beach either really with Tropical Storm Debby making her presence known during the trip. The waves were huge, though and that was cool to see on the gulf. Usually Florida's waves are tiny in comparison to other places I've seen.
We didn't do much aside from sit around and stare at each other...but we did EAT. We ate a lot. I like to eat in case you haven't gathered that from my recent preggo photos. Of course I had to limit my seafood intake, but I didn't worry too much about my hush puppy intake. Oh.my.gravy.
I do love hush puppies.
Anyway, one night Captain J and I were allotted a date night- just the two of us. It was so nice even if we did end up talking about our child(ren) most of the night. We went to a restaurant on the beach while a storm was brewing. We sat outside for our appetizers, but when it got too windy we moved underneath the deck so that we at least had a shield from the whipping wind. It was gorgeous. Alone time with my husband is prized so I enjoyed his company and conversation more than anything.
Now, I'm back in hot-as-the-blue-blazes Louisiana and hibernating in the air conditioning for the remainder of the summer so I guess by the South's definition of seasons, I'll see ya in October. Good grief. It's hot.
(P.S. Last week marked the end of SOMEthing's Drawn. No one linked up so I think I'm going to retire it. It was fun while it lasted! ;) )
