What happens in Panama ...

Summer means one thing: It's beach time!

Mommy, Papa and I (and Mace Dogg, too) went to Panama City Beach for a quick little vacation, and it was so much fun. It took me about 3 seconds to get used to the sand. That stuff is really weird. But once we got settled in, it was totally worth it. Papa and I moved a whole lot of sand around while Mommy basked in the sun. And the ocean was really nice. First time I've seen that thing. Man, it's big. And loud, too.

This is another situation where the pictures tell the story. We had a blast. Ate at a lot of really good places -- including Boon Docks, where I danced on the hardwood once everybody left. And we met up with about seven ladies who go to our church and happened to be in PCB while we were there. Great bunch of ladies, and they certainly know how to have a good time. Let's just say this: What happens in Panama, stays in Panama!

Hudson W. Pate

Easter seems so long ago

I've been really bad, I know. It's been so long since I've blogged. So I'm going to try to catch up on this May Day.

I never told everyone about Easter, but it was really fun. I'll keep it short and let the pictures do the talking.

We went to Elizabethton, where Memaw Pate got me a cool table to use for picnics and drawing and ... stacking blocks. We fought eggs (if you don't know what that is, just ask me and we can fight next year). We had a big ol' meal and then went to see Memaw and Paw's cows. I really like cows, but these didn't care too much for me. So, I hung out on the bulldozer and tractor for a while. Later that night, we went to visit my friend, Julian. We played for a little while, and he has a really cool playhouse. It took me a bit before I got in (didn't want to just walk in and take over the place), but we eventually hung out in there. Sunday it was off to church on Easter (don't tell Pastor Dennis, but I slept the whole time!). As always, it was great times.

Sunday afternoon, we went to Nana's and ate another big ol' meal (carrots, ketchup and celery for me ... mmm!). Then we went outside, where Uncle Matt and Uncle Mark hid eggs and I found them. Funny thing was, they kept multiplying. I'd get my basket full and BOOM -- they'd be gone again. Weird. So Kensie and I played with the bubbles and then Uncle Mark and I played with a cool balloon Nana had. Later on, we visited Uncle Mark's new apartment, where I got to see a nice horse. Forgot the camera!

On Monday before we hit the road, Papa, Mommy, Nana, Papaw and I went to the Duck Pond for a picnic. KFC was good stuff. So were the ducks. But the real fun was just hanging out with everyone at the park.

Hudson W. Pate