Well, it’s been tough to get a strong enough signal to post much, which is why you haven’t heard from me in a couple of days. Let’s just say that the kind people from whom I am “borrowing” network access really need to jack up their signal. Just call me Pirate Mary.
Aside from signal issues, we’re just too busy doing Jersey Shore type stuff to have time to post. I tried to put up some photos just now, but that ain’t working either. Too bad too. We have some really nice shots of the kids looking happy, which, despite the fact that we’re on a fun-filled vacation, is not always guaranteed. There is lots of sulking going on, even on the beach with the waves pounding and the sun shining and lots of happy children (none of them related to us) riding boogie boards and digging tunnels in the sand.
Right now Chiara is upstairs screaming because she wants to go wander around outside all by herself (she’s not yet 3), Noah is napping on the couch, Olivia is eating Ritz crackers because she’s starving, and our plans to go to the Barbecue Blues Festival down the street is on hold until the children seem more, shall we say, serene. Of course, a BBQ festival does not have quite the same draw when there are two vegetarians in the mix. Noah and Dennis are dreaming about ribs and pulled pork sandwiches. Chiara wants fries, and has been yelling about it since 2 p.m. Olivia and I will probably end up with corn on the cob on a stick. That’s OK, though, because we stuffed ourselves with Mack’s Pizza and Polish Water Ices on the Wildwood boardwalk earlier today. Mmm, mmm, good.
