Return of the Kin

We survived the beach. Barely. My parents' truck broke down both on the way TO the beach and on the way home, necessitating towing both times as well as the fire department on the last time. It was a show...but what else did you expect!?

OTHER than that it was great! The weather was amazing, and the boys played in the sand all day long, which is unbelievable given their past performances. Jack would have stayed in the ocean 24/7 if we didn't keep dragging him out. Dan and I have determined that he needs swim lessons ASAP because his lack of caution is undermined only by his lack of coordination. I would estimate that he swallowed at least 2 gallons of saltwater during the course of the week.

This year the sandbar was lower than usual, so you had to swim through chest-deep water to get to the knee-deep water of the sandbar. This was the hot destination for the boys, who kept screaming, "Let's go to the bar!!!" My sentiments exactly.

One night we took the boys to an arcade where Jack attempted to play ski ball with hilarious results, and I had to resist the strong urge to bring home hermit crabs. I am proud to say that the only person who got sunburned was Big Gary, who is ironically the only person with Native American genes in the group.