In all my brilliance, I brought one cook book with me to this still unnamed island. It was a grilling cookbook. What I should have brought was a cook book about cooking on an ark, cause that is what it was starting to feel like here. So, we have been eating out a bit, for dinner mostly, and my kids just love eating out. Doesn't that just figure, I love cooking, they only want to eat out. But how can I complain, when this
is how happy they are on the way home from a dinner out.

So, when we came up to the island for the first time husband was so exited he went out and purchased some kitchen supplies. Which was kind of wierd, since he spends little time in the kitchen and has no interest in anything otherwise kitchen related( obviously besides eating). He purchased this.
This "thing" reminds me very much of another battery operated "thing". It is for that reason that I am feeling incredibly self conscious about using it. Battery operated? You may be thinking, how is a scrub brush disguised as a "thing" battery operated? Well, it spins like this....
and it is freaking me out. I just keep thinking about some really worn out woman...
Anyways, I am having a hard time getting the hang of the ancient electric stove in this house. It only has one normal sized burner and I suspect that whatever temperature I put it on it just keeps getting hotter and hotter. It actually melted my new Williams Sonama spatula that is supposed to be heat resistant to 400 degrees farenheit. The temp on the stove was only low-medium. I was trying to make pancakes and every time the pan got too hot I had to pour water in it until it cooled down and then try to cook again. This is what the happened to the pancakes...

Yesterday, during a break in the rain we decided to go out in the boat. We pulled Evan around in a tube and he had a great time.
I learned the hard way that the girl who has to sit backwards to be the watcher of the guy in the tube should tie her hair back.
My mom and Josh had a great time clinging to each other for dear life. The husband must have been dozing at boat school when the instructor clued us in about how to steer through the waves at an angle to make the ride as comfortable as possible. The impending storm didn't help either, and we had to high tail it back to the house before we got drenched.