162/365: Our second day at the beach had a similar forecast to the first, but the difference was our sweet daddy wasn’t there. He had to work that Monday and since the wireless internet had been zapped by lightening the night before, he had to sit at Starbucks, twenty minutes away, and work while we played. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much playing since the rain hung around. Instead, the girls played cards, I read books, ate too much pasta salad and after Josh got back we took a swim and a sanity drive.
163/365: Thankfully, Tuesday morning dawned beautifully and we packed our lunches and headed to the beach for the day. To say my children are beach babies is a gross understatement. I don’t think there was a single complaint heard all day.
164/365: On Wednesday morning we spent some time at the pool before eating a quick lunch at our campsite and heading back to the beach. SK fell asleep in the car and had the best beach-side nap. I wish I could do that!
165/365: Since we weren’t headed to NOLA to watch Mumford & Son’s on Thursday, Ella & I went to the beach with the girls while Josh and SK stayed behind. She took her iPod an even walked to the concession stand for an ice cream cone all by herself. It was such a nice afternoon and she seemed so grown up?! That night. Wow is all there is to say. The boys donned their new airbrushed tanks (these are heavy on the sarcasm, by the way) and we went out for dinner, dancing, karaoke and waffles at midnight. There aren’t many pictures, but it is a night I will NEVER forget. These boys are hilarious.
166/365: We camped, we beached, we Waterville-d. Fun, fun, fun.
167/265: Saturday is always the hardest day. We know it’s the last one and you are trying to soak up every single minute of the day and enjoy it. We spent our last day on the beach until the girls just couldn’t last another minute. Then we got all dolled up for family photos on the beach before eating at The Original Oyster House – a last night of vacation tradition. I love my husband and his sense of humour rivals the best. He refused to leave the beach without a few cliche, let’s poke fun of the masses, cheesy photos. It was worth it.
168/365: You’ve read the story of our tragic Sunday, so there isn’t much else to be said. We left, we spend six hours at an RV dealership and this saint of a man finally got us home. I’m exhausted just thinking about it!
