I think those Peloza kids love each other so much they think their is to entertain each other constantly. And maybe their old dad. In aid of this goal, we wing on down to Florida. I mean, who doesn't love Tallahassee? Guess that's why we went to the east coast!
Job number one. Hit the pool. Grill some steaks while they swim like maniacs. Kind of perfect. Especially when that boy eats the whole salad you thought was for you.
Those kids initiated Strainer Wars. Hashtag. It involves fighting over a strainer in the pool, and using said strainer to splash each other. Eva emerges as the champ on this day.
The next day we kick off with a trip to the beach. Apart from Eva's dancing around like a crazy person, the difference this trip was the kids' desire to head out into the surf and jump into waves. Careful, I know, but I'd never seen them both so confident before. Or maybe me just so willing to let them go do what they've always wanted to do.
On to the famous Saint George Street that we've heard so much about. First, out fantastic lunch. We start with a hot mess. What Canadians (and in brackets here) is called poutine. Get this, they had a beet from Hamilton, Ontario. Like a grapefruit exploded in my mouth.
Eva's love affair with the oyster continued unabated. I turned around and these five were gone. Levi couldn't believe it.
I was so proud of those Peloza kids. First, they loved the paper straws. Second, they made a point to drink the entire bottle of water so none would be wasted.
Saved room for some famous ice cream on the strip. Just over 11 bucks for this ice cream. Seemed a little crazy to me, but I know I lack the palate to appreciate it. On the way we spot a Cole-Pomeranian mix. Strange.
From here, head back and grab some fixins to make dinner at the hotel. Beat a ticket for making an illegal left turn. I appreciate the lecture, trooper Da Silva!! Luckily, the beer didn't lose its chill. So when you get back to the hotel after such, you must head down to the pool again. I can't tell if Eva is a hard hat trump supporter or a playful Broadway-type with this faux-strainer.
She's such a stunner.
I call this piece "Distortions."
Strainer Wars Part II: This Time It's Personal.
The whole time, this was going on in the Kentucky chill.
To cap it all off, what else but Momo's. The dough ball fun continues. Will we make special trips to Tallahassee just for this when Eva starts school in Kentucky this Fall? It's funny how traditions become such.
Job number one. Hit the pool. Grill some steaks while they swim like maniacs. Kind of perfect. Especially when that boy eats the whole salad you thought was for you.
Those kids initiated Strainer Wars. Hashtag. It involves fighting over a strainer in the pool, and using said strainer to splash each other. Eva emerges as the champ on this day.
The next day we kick off with a trip to the beach. Apart from Eva's dancing around like a crazy person, the difference this trip was the kids' desire to head out into the surf and jump into waves. Careful, I know, but I'd never seen them both so confident before. Or maybe me just so willing to let them go do what they've always wanted to do.
On to the famous Saint George Street that we've heard so much about. First, out fantastic lunch. We start with a hot mess. What Canadians (and in brackets here) is called poutine. Get this, they had a beet from Hamilton, Ontario. Like a grapefruit exploded in my mouth.
Eva's love affair with the oyster continued unabated. I turned around and these five were gone. Levi couldn't believe it.
I was so proud of those Peloza kids. First, they loved the paper straws. Second, they made a point to drink the entire bottle of water so none would be wasted.
Saved room for some famous ice cream on the strip. Just over 11 bucks for this ice cream. Seemed a little crazy to me, but I know I lack the palate to appreciate it. On the way we spot a Cole-Pomeranian mix. Strange.
From here, head back and grab some fixins to make dinner at the hotel. Beat a ticket for making an illegal left turn. I appreciate the lecture, trooper Da Silva!! Luckily, the beer didn't lose its chill. So when you get back to the hotel after such, you must head down to the pool again. I can't tell if Eva is a hard hat trump supporter or a playful Broadway-type with this faux-strainer.
Levi votes for the former.
She's such a stunner.
I call this piece "Distortions."
Strainer Wars Part II: This Time It's Personal.
The whole time, this was going on in the Kentucky chill.
To cap it all off, what else but Momo's. The dough ball fun continues. Will we make special trips to Tallahassee just for this when Eva starts school in Kentucky this Fall? It's funny how traditions become such.
As I write this, I wait in TLH for yet another Delta adventure between here and there. On second thought, we'll start a new pizza tradition somewhere where we can avoid the ever-present danger of being stranded somewhere along the way. Yes, please.
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