sunny florida, bye-bye.

Thanks to Florida, the Strohl Conference, the JW Marriott-Orlando, everyone except the one mean lady on our first flight, and last but not least, the sun! We had a very nice time. Michael worked the entire stinkin' time. (You know those conferences you get your boss to send you to- some exotic destination, fancy food, nice hotel room, the possibility of 'taking time off from your job'- well, if you ever had a question about Michael, don't. He was not one of the fathers at the pool at lunch time, was not one of the fathers ordering pizza and sitting around the campfire with his fam, not one of the fathers taking their kids to Gator World. No, he goes to the conference. His wife wrangles the kids, scoops hot poop out of the bathtub (yum!), plays late night playground duty attendant, runs into a giant buzzard eating a squished snake- plays an impromptu game of bacci ball with an 19 month old and bowled mostly empty bottles of water with a corona beach ball for apple wedge prizes. Yeee! Don't get me wrong. The boys and I had a great time. We ate a lot of oatmeal, fruit snacks, toddler meals, vienna sausages and easy mac brought from home (ever the stingy person!). They were sweet and crabby, found out they love string cheese, goldfish crackers, hate eating without a high chair and love to wrestle in a grand pile of pillows and 900 count crisp white cotton sheeting.