

Well, Turkey Day has come and gone. We had a wonderful time. Truly. We spent our holiday training for what we hope will be CBS's next reality show spin-off of the Amazing Race, to be called the Amazing Race...WITH KIDS.
In just a few short days, and total on-the-road time of ONLY 38.5 hours, we survived an infected, spreading bug bite that required a trip to Urgent Care (is it even possible to vacation without Urgent Care?), several close calls with potty stops (and not just the children), more horrendous fast food joints than I ever care to visit again in Louisiana, a highway shut down for a natural gas explosion (and then again on our way home still shut down for who knows what), an eardrum piercing not-enough-sleep-and-my-head-is-about-to-explode meltdown (or two), and a blinding rainstorm that lasted for about the last 11 hours of the trip home.
The beach was warm and beautiful and relaxing, however. And, as always, it was a "Beautiful Day In The Villages", while we were there. Even though I find the cult-like chanting of that mantra a tad bit creepy, it really does seem to be true. The weather was phenomonal, and the golfing from what I hear was terrific.
Thank you Mom and Dad for hosting a wonderful dinner, and doing all the meal planning! We loved seeing everyone. Natalie loved hearing Grandpa whistle. And Liam loved talking to Lucille about golf, and watching slugs with Aunt Nancy, and hanging out with Grandma and meeting Grandma's other more quiet grandchildren (her dolls, Sonny and Annie). We had a wonderful time. Now it's on to Christmas, if we don't pass out first.
