


Just got home from a week at the beach in Alabama. It was so much fun, and the kids absolutely LOVED it. It is so amazing to be with them as they experience new things, it makes everything so much more fun and exciting. Boomer was an absolute freak over the sand. He LOVED it, he loved to roll in it, dig in it, cover every part of his body with it. He liked the water but not the waves, so he never ventured very far out. Supergirl did great in the water, riding boogie boards, going out in the kayak. They both loved catching crabs and everything else that goes along with the beach. One of my favorite moments was walking down the boardwalk when I hear Boomer scream “Wook at that!!! Wook at that huge cwocodile!!!” while pointing at a small cute green lizard
He was very excited!
So while down there I had a revelation that I have been living an entirely wrong life. I would make an awesome southern woman. I could have grown up near the beach, gotten summer jobs waitressing at the little beachy pubs, been all leathery by the time I got this age, gone fishing on the gulf with my dad after school, had flings with the cute little boys on vacation. I tried to convince Daddy-O that we can just move down there now, but he’s not entirely convinced ![]()
A few things I loved about southern Alabama:
Sweet tea–yum yum!
The accents–I kept finding myself unconsciously adopting a fake southern accent, it was a little embarrasing–my favorite thing to hear was “more sweet tea hon?”
The speed of things–very very slow, really though, why does anyone need to be in a hurry?
Fishing–I like fishing, although not from a boat cause that makes me sick.
The warm salty breeze that is constantly blowing off the shore–love it.