Everybody should have a Jack Pack. Throw one over your shoulders and off you go!
Look who we found crossing the street, trying to get to the other side? We named him ToTo. That's what Jack called a turtle, so we just thought it would make a great name. We kept him for a little bit (twenty minutes) before delivering him safely to the other side where he could be with his mama.
We met some friends in Ocala to give Jack a little taste of camping. He fell, he knocked his head and he burned his hand on the fire pit. All separate events. But he liked it!
There is a perfect little town on the way to the campgrounds called Mount Dora. Quaint little shops with knick knacks and lotions and a great place to eat. It's great because they serve Icelandic delicacies. And anything Icelandic is great anyway.
And my Jack was an amazing riding companion. He slept through most of our ten hour drive and entertained us the rest. Rambling Row Row Row a Row (your boat) and Round Round Round (this is what the wheels on the bus do). And he farted. And he made silly faces.
This is the perfect getaway from the stresses of school and work and chores and bills. Five days with my parents and brothers and hubbin and baby and great food and a cozy fire came right on time. Right when I was pulling my hair out after a bad grade and growing frantic over future demands of new mommyhood, we snuck out.
So, here I will put my feet up while I research two papers and take a long quiz. Ah, vacation.
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