Apparently my timing needs work.

The "lightning restaurant"

I think I'm functioning on "paper publishing" turnaround rather than that of a blog!  I apologize!  Life gets busy and it feels as though I barely have a second to sit and write.  I think that maybe this will improve with my oldest starting preschool this year (!) and I'll hopefully manage more than a post every four months.  LOL

Again, my apologies. We were on vacation.  A wonderful trip to the beach: St. George Island, FL.  I guess I should say an eventful trip to the beach.  A waterspout hit the main line to the island and we were all without power for about three days.  Three days without air conditioning.  Three days where my husband and I scrambled to keep two little ones cool.  Intense heat and small children scares me.  Even more so, when one of those children is only seven months old.  We all survived, though.  Survived with stories to tell both to the kids and among the rest of our family.  This beach trip is almost an annual reunion of sorts for my husband's family.  It will go down in beach vacation history along with the year our rental house was hit by lightning, and the year that we had to evacuate due to hurricane.

This year also, we ended up out in storm that produced a lightning strike on the beach in front of the open air restaurant where we had all just arrived for dinner.  It hit and I, having just handed off my infant daughter to my mother-in-law, immediately hit the decks in an unwitting attempt to protect the child no longer in my arms.  My sister-in-law let out a stream of words that would make a sailor blush, and a random woman grabbed my brother-in-law in a bear hug while the rest of the patrons screamed.  Needless to say, my son is now afraid of both lightning and thunder.  And well, storms in general.

So we got through the beach, and then my children and I embarked on a trip to spend a week with my in-laws in anticipation of a wedding for one of my husband's college friends.  I didn't want the kids having to travel back and forth in such short succession.  In hindsight, this made for a very frazzled mama.  (And truthfully, two grateful grandparents...so in the end maybe that made it worth it.)