Hillbillies Head to the Beach

Recently the Helmadollar brood vacationed at Myrtle Beach, S.C. Over the years I've been blessed to visit several beaches along the east coast. Without a doubt Myrtle Beach ranks in the top three of my favorite. So I was overjoyed to spend a week of uninterrupted family time there with hubby and kiddos.

The highlight of the road trip was an impromptu stop at a farmer's market where momma, hubby and kiddos devoured fresh strawberries.


The middle child LOVES fruit and veggies. She gobbled up almost a half quart of berries. She wore the other half on her sweet little chin.

The youngest enjoyed the snack so much she almost took off my fingers.

Once we arrived, we put away our things, hit the grocery store, slipped on our flip flops, enjoyed a golf cart ride around the lake outside our condo (above) and slipped into lazy vacation mode. It was FABULOUS! Great, great fun ...

I should of known the first speed bump was just around the corner. We hit it wide open when the youngest rubbed a greasy combination of sunscreen and sand in her eyes. Not so fun for her or her father who had the unfortunate task of flushing her peepers with warm water. I'm not certain, but I think she still has a baby panic attack when she sees us running bath water.

This was minutes before the traumatizing eye-flushing nightmare. Not sure why she has an expression like an angry little elf. Psychic?

The oldest spent most of his beach time constructing highways, or boat docks, or sand castles, or any number of structures that required him to roll around and cover himself with sand. By the end of the day the kid had sand in every nook and cranny.

The middle one said she preferred the pool. Ms. Thang is so opinionated.

Ahhhh ... my boyfriend (the oldest) and me snuggling poolside. Does it get any better?

So I'd love to hear from you! Where is your favorite beach? Why? And can it handle a bunch of hillbillies?