Yes, we're back from the coast. Had a lovely time, gorgeous weather, got plastered with sand and saltwater, ate too much ice cream, saw lots of cool animals, spent too much money on toys that got lost too quickly, and almost made it home with no major meltdowns. (ALMOST... Boy #1 was ready to come home and had no interest in interrupting his nap to stop for dinner halfway back, even though he was quite hungry. His stubborn parents were also suffering from low blood sugar but had no interest in drive-thru burgers. They eventually found a common preference in take-out stir fry, patio seating, and high-glycolic lemonade. The rest of the ride home was completely tranquil.)
The problem with having such a fabulous life is that there's very little that's interesting enough to write about. Either that, or I'm too exhausted to remember anything but a blur of blue skies and happy faces.