We are here. It is gorgeous; sunny and high 60's in the shade. Pleasantville. There is a little man-made stream/river/creek? right outside our condo. It is pleasing to hear the water rippling from the balcony. The grounds have a perfect playground area steps away--the kiddos much enjoyed this afternoon. Two delightful 11 year-old boys (local HH Islanders) gave me the lowdown: "yes ma'am"ing the whole time they told me the real deal of the beach, the traffic and where to eat. "If there's anything you need just come hollering and you'll find us" is what one of them said upon our departure. (How do they know the ins/outs of traffic and WHERE shall I come hollering?) God love the south!
We lounged, napped (Liam took a 5 hour power nap!), and ate like vacationers. My beeyatchy-ness is dissipating. (It is a process).
Worst Part of the Day-
It must be revisited that Little Liam did not fall into a slumber until wee late. I rocked him (while he sobbed with the brightest red cheeks ya ever did see) until roughly 3:30am. Unprecedented for this guy who typically can't stay up until 7pm. Someone was wound up!
Of course, Scarlet did wake at her normal 6am--chipper as can be. Now someone else was wound up (and it wasn't me.) She was jacked up about the palm trees and couldn't believe I didn't tell her that our vacation was in a jungle! I looked a tad strung out on our morning "nature adventure" while the boys snoozed.
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