Do I Love Clothes?

Yes I do!

Welcome to my closet!

Let me preview for you, just a part of the new fall wardrobe!

First we have the Sweet as Candy collection.

This confection themed line is perfect for me...

I'm sweet (most of the time) and well, I love candy!

Can it get any better?

A few of the graphic tees that I will we sporting this fall.

Mom likes the I Heart My Bike shirt. I'm not quite sure why.

Something about the fact that she used to ride a lot. Whatever.

Butterfly camouflage pants. Now that's the epitome of cool!

A few dresses with leggings.

Brown with pink polka dots: my weakness.

I have to buy something with this combination every year.

But take note...I am branching out this year.

Check out the chartreuse!

Lots of mixy-matchy stuff this year.

Makes for a versatile wardrobe, don't you know.

If you are going to buy a striped shirt, you simply must have leggings in every color to match.

Hmmm. More chartreuse. More pink and brown.

A last minute purchase.

You cannot pass up a panda when you find it.

Geez, it's on a bright pink shirt, as well. Bonus!

Jeans and more pink stuff.

Outerwear. Umm, yea...they're pink..too!

Resting up for round two of shopping.

I haven't even begun to shop for shoes. Just sayin'.

OBX

We love the beach. Specifically, we love Naples, FL. But Southern Florida is so dang far away that we are always searching for something we like equally well that is a little closer to home. Last year we tried Myrtle Beach. Not our cup of tea at all.

This year, we selected a new destination:

The Outer Banks: a totally different experience. Hotels out, beach houses in. Problem is that there are lots of beach houses for families of 37, but very few for families of three. We finally found a condo right on the beach.

The inside of the condo was exactly as advertised and was quite sufficient for our needs. It had a killer view as well.

The outside? Well, picture the Bates Motel on the ocean. Decapitated palm trees in the parking lot. Deteriorating stucco building that looked like it might topple into the surf at any moment. A near empty pool with green stagnant water. Lovely.

But as I said, the inside was sufficient and clean so we just tried to ignore the outside. Oh, and it had a killer view.

Onto the weather. The forcast called for rain all week. Great. Ten days stuck in a slum lord's condo with a three-year-old and nothing to do. This ought to be fun.

When we arrived, the weather was as predicted. Rain. Check that.  More like  monsoon, typhoon, Category 2 hurricane. Fantastic. The waves were actually crashing against the side of the condo. The only thing that kept us from falling into the sea was some precarious placed sandbags that seemed to shift with every incoming wave.

Great start, huh? Luckily things took a favorable turn. The next morning, the sun came out and stayed out for the next seven days. It never rained again our entire vacation. And our condo had a killer view. Have I mentioned that yet?

As the surf receded it was obvious that the storms had carried off a significant amount of the beach. You could see the sand about 50 yards off shore.  But hey, we had sunshine so we turned lemons into lemonade. Everyday the water receeded a bit more, the waves calmed and we could actually swim by day three. That is if you didn't mind riptides. The poor shore patrol guys were pulling people from the surf left and right all day long. Day four was actually a lot better for swimming.

Storms and ocean currents aside, we did spend lots of time as a family. We'd wake up in the morning and I'd cook a big breakfast. Afterward, we'd head to the beach with a picnic lunch and stay there all day. About 4 o'clock we'd head up to the condo for showers and naps. This was followed up with a home cooked dinner and more family time. Sometimes we'd venture out for ice cream or to shop. Other times we'd just stay in.

Our verdict on the Outer Banks? Better than Myrtle Beach, but still not Naples. And it wasn't the dump condo we stayed in, or the weather, or the lack of beach. It was just the overall feeling. We are just Naples lovers. We love the flowers, love the waterfront, love the shopping, love the restaurants, love our hotel, love the beaches, love the seashells. Any guesses as to where we are going in January?

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I will leave you with a few pictures of the trip. Well, actually there are 28 pictures. Be glad there are only 28. I took about 450 so I really narrowed things down to the bare bones here, folks.

On a 12 hour drive, everyone must take their turn at the wheel.

We stopped in Williamsburg, VA for breakfast. Why? Because the have the best pancake restaurants in the world, of course.

We made a quick visit to Yorktown while we were in the vicinity. Nothing like seeing a three-year-old on top of a major piece of artillery.

Here's Molly in her element. She love, love, loves the ocean.

Notice the incline of the beach and the sand in the background. You can see how much beach the storm ate up.

Time for Daddy to do a little toddler tossing.

Mommy gets in on the act as well. Have no fear. It was more of a splash-and-dash than an actual toss. Although there were a few days where we were actually tempted.....

Molly excavating the storm ravaged-beach.

The view from my beach chair. Aaaah!

The view from Tony's beach chair. Guess you ought to make sure that chair is planted firmly in the sand before you sit down, big guy.

Surfers ready for action.

On the lookout for monster waves.

I typically stayed on shore and caught some rays.

Pure joy.

Molly didn't have a lot of stamina for sand castles, but Tony would spend hours each day building a new fortress.

Bathing suit #5 of 6. A girl can never be too prepared.

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Camp Molly: our daily spot on the beach.

After 7 days of sun it started to cloud up. We figured after we spent all that time driving to North Carolina we had better take in at least a  few of the sights.

Here is the famous Bodie Island Lighthouse. Really cool.

Here's the lighthouse sans tacky tourists.

Hatteras Island lighthouse with the family...

...and without. Awesome. Unfortunately it was too windy to climb to the top.

Another cloudy day so we visited the Wright Brothers Memorial in Kitty Hawk.

Afternoon stroll on the beach on our last day.

Good Bye Outer Banks!

We had fun (but still like Naples better)!

I'm a Schoolkid!

Remember my last post where Molly was able to stay and play at Mia's house while I went shopping? A first in the history of Molly. A monumental breakthrough.

Well, when I returned to pick Molly up and saw the smile on her face indicating that she had a great time, I turned to my friend Stacy and said, "She is so going to preschool!"

Upon returning home I ran reached for the phonebook and started dialing. I already had a list of schools. Molly kept telling me she wanted to be a schoolkid. She just didn't like the part about be there without me. When we discussed this aspect she quickly and unequivocally changed her mind about school.

But now that she was showing signs of independence maybe it was time. It must have been karma, because the first school that I called just had a cancellation. Seems the young lad wasn't potty trained so had to withdraw. I think the first words out of my mouth were, "We'll take it. How soon can she start?"

It's not that I am trying to pawn my kid off so that I can have some time at the spa (although now that I think about it, that doesn't sound like a bad idea). It's that Molly has had a little trouble leaving the nest. By little trouble I mean that she cries at the thought of it. I don't mean a few tears. I mean the absolute terror reaction that she had when they placed her in my arms on Gotcha Day.

I decided a long time ago that Molly has had enough trauma in her little life. I was going to let her take the lead. She could flex her independence muscles when she was good and ready, even if it meant me going away to college with her. And I didn't care what anyone said or thought about it.

But now that she is spreading her wings, I say "Fly, baby, fly!" And fly she has.

I am pleased to introduce to you:

Molly, the schoolkid, on her very first day of school!

(When Molly saw this picture she started singing, "How much is that Mommy in the window?" Heh! Way too cute for words.)

Striking a pose before heading down to her classroom.

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And another. Cut me some slack...it's my kid's first day of school. I am entitled to take a picture or two(hundred).

Here's where she gave me a kiss and headed into her classroom...all alone!

Okay, I was just across the hall (and peeking in the window) but still, c'mon, that's pretty darn awesome.

Here are a few shots that I got while sneakin' and a peakin' through the window.

She spent some time playing by herself, but she played with confidence.

Here's Molly getting her schoolgirl grove on. Notice the raised hand. She's a participator!

Got busted on this one. She saw me through the window. Oh well, it was dismissal time so all was good.

Molly with her two wonderful, caring teachers. Gotta love the teachers!

I was proud of Molly.

Molly was proud of Molly

A celebration was in order:

Chocolate milk and....

...a cookie as big as her head!

Molly was so excited that she wore her nametag all day so that everyone would know that she was a schoolkid. Rock on, sister!

Oh, and me? How am I going to spend my new five hours of freedom independence each week? I'm like a kid in a candy store. I don't know what to pick first, but am excited all the same!