How is it already Wednesday? Seriously. Anyway, time is flying by because we’ve been doing a lot of cool stuff like wrestling alligators.
We’ve also been perfecting our selfie skills, which is a really important thing to master before you turn two. It’s on all the reputable milestone charts. He’s advanced.
All that hard work had us hungry for an early dinner. We went to one of my favorite Hilton Head restaurants, Skull Creek Boathouse.
My parents didn’t fill us in on the purple dress code, but whatever.
First things first: hush puppies with spiced honey butter. They are also known as little bites of heaven.
I got the Coco Seared Sea Scallops, like I do every single time. It’s a habit I’m not actively trying to break. They are the perfect mix of sweet and savory. I could eat them every single day, so it’s probably a good thing that I don’t live near this restaurant.
While M loved his meal, he was an even bigger fan of the outdoor play area. The waits can get a little long if you arrive too late in the evening, so this is a genius solution. All other restaurants take note.
We all went to bed full and totally worn out. Well, except the toddler in the group. He partied the latest of anyone.
Today we spent all morning on the beach and it was the perfect rest day. I brought the essentials: a magazine and trail mix. Well, technically it was a bag of healthy stuff that I added huge M&Ms to, which was an obvious upgrade. It’s just nuts to eat it without candy. I love puns. I really apologize for that.
By the way, I definitely read the magazine like this in hopes that someone would be like “OMG is that YOU on the back?” No dice. Maybe tomorrow. Yes, I’ll be “reading” this magazine until I’m 95.
If you follow me on Instagram, you probably know that I was slightly excited to find myself on the magazine rack. Mark this down as the day I was famous (in my own eyes) in Kroger for .02 seconds.
I better go! I’m working on getting a certain someone to take a nap, but the lure of the sea is just too much for him. Maybe he’ll settle down if I “pretend” to take a nap, too. By pretend I mean actually fall asleep. I’m beat.