Home Sweet Home

The family made it back from vacation.  If I didn't believe it before I do now.  Life is not about the desitination it is about the journey.  What may have sparked this sudden belief, you may be curious to know.  Well, let's just say that we, as in the caravan I was traveling with, turned a 6 hour drive home into a 16 hour tour of the North Carolina coastline, and several counties that I honestly had never heard of.  We had a good trip, made some memories, had some laughs, a little wine, and a lot of sun.

One of the things about our vacations that have become a very popular tradition is our annual oysterfest.  We bring back tons of fresh seafood from the beach.  Sunday ater we get back on Saturday, we have a group of friends over to the house, and we steam oysters, boil shrimp and pan sear scallops.  We also either have chicken nuggets or hot dogs for the kids.  I think I may have the only kid that actually eats oysters.  Well, Thing 2 will eat one, and then he is happy.

This tradition continued Sunday night.   I filled up the swimming pool, and the 6 little boys running around laughing, splashing, and screaming.  The adults were all gathered around, broken off into little groups, talking, and laughing.  A good time was had by all.  By and large we had everything washed up when we got home, thanks to the house having a washer and dryer.  So all the settleing left to do is finish washing up sheets and such.

I do believe that we have started a family tradition, we have already started planning next year's trip.  My mother in law said yesterday maybe one year, Maw and Granny both can go with us.  Thing 2 informed her she would have to drive her car, cause ours is full.  Gotta love that silly little boy.