Vacation Day Four Part Two
June 25, 2010
14 sandwiches made
3 loads of laundry done, mostly towels and bathing suits
Numerous snacks packed in several coolers
Inner tubes inflated
10,00 sq ft of skin covered in sunscreen
Several tons of gear lugged across the beach
One ton less than the beginning of the week since we have lost much of it
I said this morning that for a mother going on vacation is the same as every other day, just in a different location.
A much better location.
Posted by Chris @ 1:47 pm
Vacation Day Four Part One
Early morning lollipop.
The word early being relative.
Bathing suit as clothes.
Forearm full of silly bandz. Or the generic knock-offs from CVS.
Vacation style for the preschool set.
Posted by Chris @ 9:56 am
Vacation Day Three Part Seven
This photo makes me laugh. Driving home from the beach like the Beverly Hillbillies.
And before anyone says anything, because Lord knows some self righteous person will email me, it is literally less than a block on a quiet road.
Posted by Chris @ 12:45 am
Vacation Day Three Part Six
June 24, 2010
Fish fry. All you can eat.
Those four words are music to a teenage boy’s ears.
Posted by Chris @ 10:59 pm
Vacation Day Three Part Five
Posted by Chris @ 10:12 pm
Vacation Day Three Part Four
At an outdoor restaurant for dinner.
13 kids. 6 adults.
Lots of laughter.
Posted by Chris @ 9:36 pm
Vacation Day Three Part Three
Posted by Chris @ 4:29 pm
Vacation Day Three Part Two
9:30 am and kids are STILL asleep. Wondering if they got into the peach vodka last night too. (No, not really)
I am on my second cup of coffee and savoring the silence. You know when the last time was they all slept this late? That would be NEVER.
Posted by Chris @ 10:21 am
Vacation Day Three Part One
8:45 am and all the kids still asleep. This is some sort of miracle and must be documented for future reference.
Posted by Chris @ 9:47 am
Vacation Day Two Part Nine
Hunting for crabs at night.
I wish I had the words to explain how much fun it was to hunt crabs with a flashlight in the dark. The screaming. The catching crabs on the plastic buckets. The crying when the crabs escaped from the buckets.
Posted by Chris @ 12:20 am