...we are back from almost a week and a half at my parent's house at the beach. I'd call it a vacation, but anyone with small kids, or who has had small kids, or spent any time around small kids, knows there needs to be a different term for, "vacation" when describing leaving your house for an extended period with an almost-two and and four year old.
And the two year old decided halfway through the trip that 4 a.m. was an appropriate wake up time.
Good thing she's cute. Really cute.
We went to the pool, the fountains, the park, the boardwalk, the bookstore. We carried 30 pounds of supplies for two hours at the beach. We ate french fries and quesadillas in an old train converted into a restaurant (random) and lots of blue "ice cream."
We picked peaches.
The blonde is not my third child, but, "Big Clara" as Charlie called her. My friend's daughter, Claire, joined us for a week. There were several looks of confusion on the beach as people thought I had two daughters named Clara. What can I say? It's a good name.
We rode bikes and watched movies. Alottamovies. Charlie made a move on Claire in the theater, holding her hand for a solid 45 minutes.
We played trains and practiced our scowl. I think she looks like Sam the Eagle from the Muppets when she makes this face.
We visited with family (that's Clara, just with a ponytail). Holding the kids is my cousin Patrick, who was petrified of the children as infants, but fortunately they are now at a stage where he can't break them.
We had a family yard sale. Sorry if you are a yard saler, but man, they are crazy. People started showing up at 6:30 and I did the majority of my sales before 8 a.m. (when the whole thing was supposed to start). My favorite part besides the interesting clientele? Charlie saying, "I need to get sumpin" and shopping out of his own toys.
We had several early-morning trips to Dunkin Donuts and a few late-night trips to Starbucks. You know your kids are up too early when you are googling how early DD opens.
On the way home, Charlie and I went to see Disney Junior Live (Pirates! Princesses! I wore my gold doubloon earrings!)
He was petrified at first. My Charlie. He was SO excited at the idea of this but that dark, loud theater? There might be monsters in there. You know, as he was clinging to me for dear life, I thought, this is actually logical. It is scary. And I rolled with it. We stepped in cautiously, his hands firmly placed over his ears and sat in the very back, working our way up to our seats close to the stage. And in the end? Mesmerized.
And my favorite picture from the trip: