So our vacation wasn’t ALL bad. There really was a lot of good.
This was our charming beach house on Tybee Island. The upstairs was cute and beachy. Built in the 30′s, it still had it’s original wood floors and white clapboard walls.
Here was the “summer house,” advertised as livable, but sadly only for mosquitoes. At least it was cute to look at from a distance.
From the looks of the pictures I took of the kids, it seems like they had a good time. I guess I purposely didn’t take any pictures of them when they weren’t having fun. There really is no need to preserve those memories for posterity.
Tybee Island was a really lovely beach, minus the jellyfish. Ella and I are still battling our jellyfish stings. They are now itchy welts and against my protests, Tate read on Google that they usually leave scars.
We LOVED, LOVED, LOVED Savannah. We even got to eat at Paula Deen’s restaurant, The Lady and Sons. At the Roundhouse Museum a few hours after we ate at Lady and Sons, we ran into her son and grandson, Jamie and Jack Deen. It’s the little things in life, y’all, that I find exciting. (No pictures of the encounter, none of them turned out.)
The line to get our name on the list for lunch at 9:30 AM.
The founder of the Girl Scouts birthplace.
The Savannah Candy Company. The kids got Ring Pops, of course, since you can get those anywhere.
Thanks for humoring me and looking, I know how excruciatingly boring it can be to look at other people’s vacation photos. I’m in such a funk right now, hoping that getting the kids back to school next week will perk me up…and perk up this boring ol’ blog.