The sightings started with my morning walk, when I happened upon an alligator greeting passersby.
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Hilton Head, It’s So Nice to See You Again!
After yesterday’s driving debacle, we all woke up eager to retake the road to get to our final destination. Indeed, today’s effort was much less taxing. We more than made up for the frustration we experienced north of the Mason-Dixon line and into Virginia by taking advantage of a 70 mph speed limit (which meant an 80 mph speed limit when I was at the wheel) for most of the remaining 400 miles of our journey.
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Made it to North Carolina
We spent the last 400+ miles sitting in traffic jams every 20-50 miles, from south Jersey to Richmond. I’ve never seen anything like it.
Vacation, Vacation
Just a few short hours to go. A morning of work to contend with tomorrow, and with a bit of luck and good planning, we should be on the road to Hilton Head by early afternoon.
Do You Want Me to Starve?
Sophie is cranky. She’s decided that we eat fish too frequently (totally not true – we don’t eat enough fish) and that it wasn’t fair to make her eat fish AGAIN tonight.
Jumping for Joy, Part II
First it was Sophie‘s turn. Chloe, over to you!
Jumping for Joy, Part I
Grammy took the girls for some pre-vacation fun today, thanks to Grammy’s lovely friends who invited them for a visit at their beach club. I wish I could have joined them! Here’s Sophie embracing the water.
Trouble Ahead, Uncle James
Sophie is extremely excited that her uncle is going to be joining us on vacation. Because for one whole week, she will be able to torture him, as only a six-year can do. She has all sorts of fun up her sleeves.
Consider yourself warned, my only sibling. You may not emerge from your week with us in one piece. Sophie’s exclamation earlier today, after she remembered that she was going to be seeing her uncle in just a few days: “Oooh! I can’t wait to see Uncle James. I’m going to bug him! I’m going to poke, poke, poke him!”
How does one prepare for such an onslaught? Drugs, my dear brother, drugs.
Eat Your Heart Out, Julia Child!
I wasn’t sure what to think when Chloe expressed a desire to learn how to cook. Was I hopeful? Yes. Was I shocked, given her lineage? Yes. Was I skeptical? Hell, yes. Much to my surprise and delight, however, Chloe has been cooking.
Chloe Won’t Write This Blog Post For Me
Remember the days when Chloe used to regale readers of this blog with poetry and short stories? Those days are long gone, apparently.