I’m recovering from a not entirely restful week of family vacation. In looking back over the days spent at a lovely beach rental in the Outer Banks of North Carolina, I’ve gained some interesting insights:
Don’t name anything you might possibly eat. Blue crabs are delicious. They are also a little sad when they are scrabbling around in the crab pot. I feel much better about picking them apart and devouring them if I don’t see the lovely morsels until they are already on ice and ready for the pot.
Are you sure that’s not a real Olympic event? Everything else seems to be. White water canoeing, synchronized diving, beach volleyball, and trampoline are recent additions to the Summer Games. Who knew the kids in the neighbor’s backyard might actually be young Olympians in training on the trampoline cage? Of course, Junior (pictured above) takes every sport seriously. He did stick that landing, in case you were wondering.
When did my kids stop being kids? Two weeks to go until SuzyQ leaves the nest. Junior towers over me. This is a bittersweet time of life. Yes, children, you have a sentimental Mom.