Myrtle Beach

Last week, Jack and I took a trip down to Myrtle Beach with my family. Terry wasn't able to go due to work obligations, so that was sad, but I did get to spend lots of time with my parents and sister, so that was a good thing. Jack doesn't really understand vacations; I think he doesn't realize that the vacation is supposed to be fun--although for a boy with as many toys as he has, he probably sees no reason to ever want to leave his room. The plus side for him was that he got to spend loads of time with Grandpa. If Grandpa was ever out of his sight, he would start worrying, "Where Grandpa go?" One morning he woke up and dashed out of our room to Grandpa's room, only to discover Grandpa wasn't in his room. He comes running out and shouts "AWWW, MAN! Grandpa's lost!" Adorable. Another night, Jack woke up in the middle of the night and walked out to the main living area where Gigi was sleeping on the sleeper sofa. She looked up at him and he exclaimed, "Scary!" Poor Gigi. Yet still adorable. Jack also declared one night that Gigi has a circus car. I guess she shouldn't have bought the bright yellow car--she just needs to get some clowns for it and she's set.