I Think I'm Going to Move Here

Papa...Papa...here's the problem. The sun is up and my eyes are open.

A very happy Heath awakened my dad with this on our first full day here at HB, and it was non-stop from that moment on.

After a toasty 4 mile run on the beach with the baby jogger, we headed out to the ocean for some serious sandcastle-building, chilly water-splashing, and sand truck-running. And after a sun-zapped nap, we headed back out to the beach for some Curious George kite flying.

Mark and I actually missed the naps. Instead, we had a cozy afternoon date at the Brunswick County Hospital. (The Shallotte Urgent Care was closed for Easter.) Apparently, at the ripe-old age of almost 37, my body has decided it would be fun to be plagued with ear infections. Great. We got an extra bonus of fun when we discovered most of the local Pharmacies were also closed for Easter. Our date concluded in the parking lot of the CVS, waiting for the prescriptions to be filled, while Mark chowed down on a bag of Peppered Beef Jerky.

Both kiddies were so tuckered out, they practically put themselves to bed. And it's only Sunday night. Woo! Hoo!