*Lots of pictures. Lots of pictures. Lots of pictures.*
My boys tan nicely. They brown, actually. And their hair gets light. Handsome little men in the summertime. Is it wrong that I envy their tan bodies? They are lathered in sunscreen each day but since they live outside most of their waking hours they have the skin (and dirty fingernails) to prove it.
And yes, my boys are pretending to put out fires in this picture. I bet you couldn't have guessed, huh?
"Why does that man have a smoking stick in his mouth?" That, my son, would be a pipe.
"Why is that person riding in a stroller when she's not a baby like Annalyse?" That, darling, would be a wheelchair.
"That person just threw trash on God's earth! That is not nice at all!" Yes, I know, but please stop pointing.
People watching on the boardwalk was priceless entertainment.
This is the result. Judging by the goateed chin, I'm pretty sure that is my husband by my side. Who'd know for sure though since half his face is missing.
Each morning and afternoon we flipped between the pools and the beach. Having the hotel right on the beach made it easy for meals and naps without having to lug things back and forth. For making a last minute arrangement via the web, I think we landed on a pretty good setup.
And look who is starting to be Miss Independent and trying to take steps?! I'm in no rush for walking to happen though.
Gone are the days, at least for a few more years, of plopping on a blanket with a good book. So it's no wonder that there was a day or two where I snuck in a nap when I could.