Monday, July 18, 2016


We've returned from Stephenson Beach Week and what a week it is. We are truly blessed to have such an awesome extended family. 23 people in two houses for a week? No problem. Although, I'm sure the 20-somethings in our house did not appreciate the 6 a.m. wake up calls from GMac.

It was hotter than hot there and apparently we are bringing the heat back with us. You're welcome. Maybe.

Monkey loved the beach. She and Silas were two peas in a pod playing the mornings away in the surf and spending the afternoons refusing to get off the pool steps. GMac was not a fan of the ocean.  He was fine if someone was holding him in the water, but didn't actually want to touch it.  Sand however, was a hit. He ate it all day, everyday.  He was also a fan of the pool.

Speaking of GMac he's going off the bottle this week.  So far, so good.  He must've known it was coming because he had 7 (maybe 8?) Saturday on the way home.

If you need me this week I will not be watching the Republic National Convention. Poor Cleveland.

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