South Carolina: You Were Fairly Warned

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Sunday was Father's Day. I am thrilled to be newly qualified for a holiday. With presents. I'll throw it out there: I love presents.

I am (unexpectedly) the new owner of a Venturi wine thingee - which I've been wanting. And a new cookbook (which I suspect #1Wife has been wanting for me - so I'll stop cooking out of the same old book) and slippers (which are practical and much needed). And a tie. Really. But it is actually a cool tie. Precedent set.

For Father's Day, there were a bunch of father-related articles in various newspapers. I liked this one by Tara Parker-Hope, which proves that #1Wife and I both do 60% of the work in our house.

We're still at the beach, I'm happy to say. We kicked off the weekend by being shocked that an 8 month old child was willing to sit in the back of a car for 6 hours, more or less, quietly. I am dumbfounded. Someone find me a lottery to play.

On arrival, we christened the joint. BigD is still a huge fan of the 'it's never too early to open champagne' approach, so we went for it on the first night. The martini in the foreground is not #1Wife's, I feel compelled to say.


Huge props to CrazyUncleD and Fiancee. They traveled a long distance in cramped quarters for a short vacation and had nothing but smiles on their faces, good attitudes and the promise of free babysitting on arrival. Kudos to you both.

By request, here's BigD making sure none of the subsequent wine went to waste.


And here he is the next night making sure none of next bottle of champagne went to waste either. MotherInLaw looks on thinking "It was such a promising beginning..."


An obvious highlight of the weekend was #1Son hitting the beach and the pool for the first time ever. His favorite part was the sand. How do I know? Cause he ate it. By the fistful. I'm not looking forward to changing that diaper. And, yes, I do drink coffee on the beach. I know. I know.


After a long day at the beach, who doesn't like a nap in the hammock?


Dear Department of Children and Family Services,
We only let him sleep in the hammock sometimes. Like if we want to go to the beach and he wants to take a nap. Or we're out at the club. Or something like that.
Best regards,
MartiniDad

And a couple of tidbits I've been meaning to share:

For those of you who've followed the Joe Barton news, this is hilarious (in place of what the actual Joe Barton news is, which is the opposite of hilarious): Click on the apology for subsequent apologies. Click on the link on the bottom right to donate some $10 to whoever is running against him. It worked against one of the Texas textbook re-writers I mentioned here.

http://joebartonwouldliketoapologize.com/

Finally, this is the funniest thing I've seen this week. It seems Jersey Shore is just the show that keeps on giving.