Big meals, bad.

Tomorrow we'll be up super early to head to the Kennedy Space Center on the opposite coast.

Nice synchronicity as we watched the smoke trail of the space shuttle hurtling toward space from Cape Canaveral earlier this evening. We of course forgot it was even happening until my husband called from California to ask if we could see it, and we all ran outside (grabbing Sweetpea from the bathtub and bundling her into a towel) to check it out.


Today, while the rest of the family enjoyed a picnic at the beach, Sweetpea and I spent a snoozy day together at the condo. She was up from 1:30 a.m. onward getting rid of that "biggest meal ever" from yesterday. As my husband and I have discovered in the past, there is an extra dose of sweetness present when Sweetpea is sick, and much of our long night was spent whispering and singing to each other (in between the bouts of being sick, that is). By the morning she was thankfully mostly recovered. We dozed on the bed feeling the breeze drift in, listening to the waves lapping the shore below us, the boats out in the channel chugging by and the pelicans dive-bombing for fish.

I felt grateful and very very content.

If you'd like to see more pics from our vacation, check out my sister's updates here.