Mom did her best to avoid all that drama by bringing plenty of snacks, movies, stuffed animals, and a departure close to nap time. Worked like a charm. I was a perfect angel for 99% of the trip.
For 1%, I was not. But hey, what did you expect? 4 hours in the car is unacceptable for any human under the age of 5. Am I right?
Mom and I liked to get up early and look for shells. Ok, let me re-phrase that: I like to get up early. Mom is a very good sport. At 6:30 in the morning, there isn't much going on, and the 8 other people in the house were very supportive of my early morning outings. I think mainly they just wanted to sleep in peace.
Can I just tell you how much I hate sand in my crocs? This was a battle all week.. Crocs vs. Nikes. Crocs allow for walking in the water, but let in all that pesky sand that I hate so much. "DIRTY!!" was the word of the week. If I wore my Nikes, then I couldn't go in the water. There's got to be some happy medium somewhere, but I didn't discover it. I've still got sand in places that I'm too much of gentleman to discuss.
The pool solved the sand problem nicely. I'm a little fish if you remember, and this contraption that Mom bought me allowed me the freedom to swim that I crave, minus the drowning part that will ruin a vacation in a hurry.
Mom is pretty laid back most of the time, but apparently she has some deep-seeded fear about getting me sunburned. You'll notice that none of my water pictures are taken in the broad daylight. I'm beginning to suspect that we are really a family of vampires, since we did the bulk of our swimming after 5pm, and needed no sunscreen. Have you seen how white my Mom's legs are? It's not an accident.
Myrtle Beach itself had many fun adventures to offer us, and a way bizarre trip to Carlos and Charlies did not disappoint. After being told with a perfectly straight face that the wait for Margaritaville would be 90 minutes, we settled for this joint down the boardwalk. I suspect they were trying to be a mexican restaurant, but mostly they just baffled the grownups. They had never been to a restaurant with such ADHD before. Balloon hats for everyone, waitresses that shouted about ketchup, and drinks by the yard. The kids thought it was awesome. The grownups didn't get it. A mexican restaurant with no chips? No salsa? But plenty of ketchup....
Man, were there some marathon Play-Doh sessions. I taught these chicks everything they know about it. Boy I hope that Aunt Rebecca didn't have to pay a security deposit for this joint, because I'm pretty sure you could outfit an entire pre-school with what we left in the carpet.
What? You've never fallen asleep in your Mom's lap at McAllister's Deli before?
I highly recommend the Myrtle Beach SkyWheel! 200 feet at the very top, and you can see for miles! I don't look particularly impressed here, but I'm just taking it all in. I wasn't afraid at all, which is more than I can say for my scaredy-cat cousin Aaron. Come on dude, aren't you like 16 or something? Hahahhaa..
Mom loves this picture of me. Pure unadulterated toddler joy.
If you could bottle this, you'd be a rich beyond your wildest dreams.
The best thing to do after a night of swimming is to hurry upstairs and put your warm jammies on really fast. Grab your blankie and friends, and cuddle up on the couch with a bottle of milk and some snacks. I slept like a baby every night!
See you next year beach!! You were a blast, and we'll be back before you know it!
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