It's A Myrtle Monday Morning.

There is something to be said for not even plugging in your computer for an entire week. Aaaahhhhhh.

In one week I was able to stay away from the fact that Kate believes her marriage to Jon is irreparable (duh!), Posh Spice may or may not take the seat that Paula may or may not have really left (duh!) and one of the Kardashian sisters is pregnant (duh!). To all of these I say: "It was only a matter of time."

Sheesh.

How did I live?

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Thank you for allowing me some time off. The trip to Texas was a successful one. We officially unloaded our goods into my parents garage and then slept for three whole days.

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Myrtle Beach will never be the same.

We arrived last night in all our grandeur; looking exactly like something our cat had drug in and dropped off at our front door as a gift for us. It was not an easy day for us as our precious son, Rocco, decided that using his outdoor voice was most effective indoors. And especially in really really tight and enclosed spaces like, oh, I don't know, an AIRPLANE.

Yes, for 2 1/2 hours yesterday we were that family you all dread sitting next to on the plane.

That was us!

But it was worth it today when there was nothing more important on the agenda than grilling hotdogs and digging for sea shells. When your two biggest worries of the day are "Will we run out of Cheese-Puffs?" and "Did I shave my legs high enough?" - then you know you got a pretty good day on your hands.

Oh, and am I a genius or what?




This is a Pea-Pod. I bought it for the Rockstar in hopes that he would fall sound asleep while I perused the latest People magazine. And he did! Granted, he was supposed to fall asleep the length of the tent, but hey, who is gonna wake up a one year old and tell him he fell asleep the wrong direction?

Not me. My mamma didn't raise no fool.

Besides, when you are dealing with what we like to refer to as the "man-child" then you let him lay however he wants to lay. Point is, he slept. And slept. And slept.

Aaahhhh.

But then I got even geniusier.



And this may have been the moment mama actually got a nappy-nap of her own. Thankyouverymuch.