PCB, How I Love You

Whew!  I have been going nuts over here, working 2 full time jobs, and my most demanding boss likes to poop in her pants at very inopportune moments. 

(And yes, I am talking about Ally Grace here.)

(And if I wasn't, that would possibly be the world's most awkward employee dilemma.)

If you've ever been to Panama City Beach, you pretty much either love it or hate it.  I happen to LOVE IT.  For lots of reasons, the main one being that I have years of great family vacation memories there. Plus spring breaks, senior trips, and lots of girls weekends.  And on our most recent visit (last week) I got to add some news memories:  seeing AG at the beach for the first time, watching her cry when we put her toes in the sand, and spending some quality time with my parents.  We loved every minute of it!

There were, however, a few other noteworthy things that made this year's trip stand out. 

1.  The girls in the crocheted bikinis and cowboy hats, taking model shots on the fake island in the middle of the pool.  Classy.  Of ALL the times to leave my camera in the room.  WHYYYYYYYYY??????

2.  Working out at The Lord's Gym.  Seriously.  It's this gym in a local church where you can give a donation to work out.  (Or you can literally just work out for free.  They really don't care.)  Driving up, I asked John if he thought church members might witness to us while we were jogging on the treadmill.  Or maybe they let you lift crosses instead of weights.  Instead what transpired was a solid workout, amongst a whole bunch of beefy guys, and a little kid who was dribbling a basketball dangerously close to my face while I did crunches. 

Maybe now that I've worked out, I too can go model in my crocheted bikini at the resort pool.  Or maybe not.  Ever.

3.  The sheer number of mulleted, airbrushed t-shirted people that I saw in the Walmart parking lot.  It was like there was a convention in town.  One that I sadly was not invited to.

4.  Beating a certain someone (and by "certain someone" I mean "John")  in a rousing game of putt-putt.  Or at least, as rousing as putt putt can be.

Here are a few pictures from our trip, although there's no crocheted swimwear involved.  You can thank me later.

AG loving the pool...like mother, like daughter.

Bath time in the sink....because, well, who doesn't love a picture of a bathing baby.

Or a picture of my HUGE roots, for that matter.

On our way to putt putt.  If only he had known the butt-kicking that awaited him.

AG and her Granddaddy!

Facing the Great Unknown. 

(Or, if you're not overly dramatic, the ocean.)

Had to show you how unhappy AG was with the sand.  Unfortunately, that also means I had to show you what I look like after just waking up and only a few sips of coffee.  And yes, that IS my coffee cup in the lower left hand corner of the picture.  With a straw.  'Cause that's how I roll.

AG loves her Grandmama and Granddaddy.

Do you see all the teeth?!  She has EIGHT. And she knows how to use 'em.
Just ask my face, which instead of kissing, she now likes to bite.  And not because she's a Twilight fan.  I think.

Finally, I want to document in writing for the future version of myself, that it is NOT smart to travel with a tired, hungry baby, who decides she wants to be anywhere BUT her carseat within the first hour.  A ghetto-rigged, portable DVD player, playing Praise Baby will not even help.  Neither will singing the Itsy Bitsy Spider over and over again (even if we're singing it in ROUNDS....which actually might have been the problem, now that I think about it).  Nor will getting in the backseat and feeding her puffs on demand.  At least not for long enough.