Back In The Game

We're baaaack! Spring break in Florida was big fun, if not completely hectic. We started out visiting some friends in Jacksonville and then driving down to Miami to spend the week with all the grandparents. And I mean all. Hubby's parents, my mom and her boyfriend, and my dad and his wife. Just imagine the jam-packed days we had trying to let everyone get their fill of the kids. We did manage to hit the beach a couple times, go swimming in the pool, go fishing, visit Jungle Island and baptize L'il Buddy though. I even squeezed in a job interview. It was was great, but I'm envisioning my next vacation being just us, at an all-inclusive resort on a secluded island, without another family member in sight. I love them though. Really, I do.

Unless Infant Tylenol Counts As Drugs?

You know the last scene in Carlito's Way? Where Al Pacino is desperately racing to meet Gail on the train so that they can get the heck out of dodge and start a drama-free life in the Caribbean? Only "Benny Blanco from the Bronx" meets him at his train and shoots him before they can escape? Well, we are leaving for Florida in the morning and I'm feeling a little Carlito Brigante right now. Everyone's all packed, clothes are set out for the morning, the airplane totes are stocked with DVDs, sticker books, blankies, and snacks, and all that's left is for me to get beach ready (i.e. shave). I'm almost there - I can feel it...the sun on my face, the warm breeze...

And lucky for me, I'm not involved in a Puerto Rican drug ring, so chances are we'll make it to our flight :)