I do wonder where it went? ;)

Look at those three kiddos!  I just love 'em.  They had a good time this week at the beach.  Hey, when you're a kid you have no worries!  Their only thought all week was to have fun.  And I'm pretty sure they did. 

Cory spent all weekend with us through Monday evening.  Monday was Memorial Day AND Cody's birthday.  Cody had a great day of playing in the ocean, being jacked up by way of falling off the boogie board, and an awesome chocolate chip cookie cake from the worst Food Lion ever.  The customer service was bad I mean.  The cookie cake was good.  But then Cory had to leave and be to work the next day. 

So I decided to stay on with the kids because I'm brave like that and quite determined and yes I like the beach that much.  So we watched him drive away.  And away he went.  And there I was.  Because I'm brave like that! ;)

The first night went well.  I put everyone to bed, washed up dishes, did some laundry, straightened up and watched a little "I Love Lucy".  I do love Lucy!  Then I grabbed my pistol and headed to bed.  Yes, I said pistol!  Bad guys beware!  I am a gun totin' mama and proud of it. 

The next day we went to Southport for something different to do.  No trip to Southport is complete without a stop at Bullfrog Corner (for the kids) and Port City Java (for me). 

So then the NEXT day I decided we would all go to the beach again.  I slathered every one of those children with sunscreen, packed my two bags with drinks, snacks, towels, etc., and off we went.  Oh, and I took a big ole' umbrella too. 

Well, I'll tell ya!  I thought I was doing pretty darn good thank you very much! 

So as I twisted that lovely umbrella down into the sand I heard these words, "Mama, I have to go poop!"  Say what?  You've got to be kidding me?!!!  "Well I'm sorry but I'm not taking you all back to the house.  You will just have to poop in the ocean", I said. 

Let me tell you, I had no idea it would float!  But as I looked out at my children in the water and the poopie rolling along in the waves all I could do was laugh.  Laugh and wonder where it would end up?  The best part of all was calling Cory to relay it all to him and listening to his silent laugh on the other end.  Good times. 

So the next day I packed it all up, washed the sheets, cleaned the beach house, and headed back home.  It was good to get away for a bit but it was also good to be home. 

Home. Sweet. Home.