I discovered a few exciting things on my trip to Florida.

Stone crab.

The fact that I can wear a string bikini for the first time ever, because apparently having babies not only changes your hair and your skin and, you know, your life, but also changes…well, this situation.

I get a lot of questions about which camera I use. The answer is the Canon T4i, because it's kindergartener-level easy and I am a lazy, lazy photographer, and also because it has excellent video capabilities. But apparently the answer should be "the one that my dad has." It's a silly-fancy DSLR, and we spent yesterday afternoon playing with its rapid-shoot function, and...

oh.

#upgrade.

Considering that I'm a girl who grew up smack in the middle of a whole lot of concrete, it never ceases to surprise me how much beach is apparently sitting there in my blood. I mean, I like a good pair of leather pants and some heels, but if I had to wear flip-flops every single day for the rest of my life that would be just fine by me (and I stand by the assertion that Havianas are one of of mankind's Great Inventions).

What I packed for our four days in Key Largo: "sensible" (for me, anyway; "sensible" is an extremely relative term) bathing suits that I can actually haul around dive tanks in, a pair of nylon shorts that heavily resemble Umbros (remember those?!?!) and that I'm actually rawther into, muscle tees that function as beach cover-ups but that easily go out at night (here, at least) with the addition of a bunch of jewelry…and flip-flops.

There is a pair of leather shorts sitting in my suitcase for our stopover in Miami Beach (where our friend Jeremy is taking us out to a place where I suspect Umbros won't fly), and a hairdryer just in case…but there are few styling tools better than the sun and the sand.