My feet are still pruny

We entered back into our neighborhood by early afternoon today, still heavy hearted as we left our beloved Marco Island behind. But even though we were sad to leave our favorite little beach town, it was indeed time to go. Nathan woke up with a metabolic fever this morning and an attitude that gave the crabs a run for their money, and when he fell for the humpteenth time and woke everyone up on the 10th floor with his screeches, we knew that we needed to head back north toward home. With a day of rest in the van and at home, the little dude was doing a lot better by bedtime, and his temp was finally starting to trend downward.

This was our 4th year being able to be go to Marco Island, and as I was editing this year's photos tonight, I realized that there was somewhat of a theme among the photos from these memorable trips each summer (click on the pics to see them bigger):It was a wonderful week, and as soon as we finish unpacking half of the sand from that portion of the beach from our suitcases, we will indeed be ready to tackle the everyday tasks of our lives. First though...I am going to bed to sleep on my pillow and pray that the kids sleep all night tonight. I'm pooped! More pics tomorrow...