As he rolls out of bed at 12:15 p.m. on our beach vacation,
Kent: “I think I may be setting a bad example of sloth.”
Me: “On the contrary, I think you’re setting an excellent example of sloth.”
Last week we took advantage of a lull in Kent’s work schedule and rented a house with some friends in the Outer Banks of North Carolina. We had a marvelous time digging for crabs, flying kites, finding shells, playing in the waves, boogie boarding and just playing in the sand.
|Resort style Salty|
|View from the balcony|
|Washing shells to paint|
|Z’s sixth birthday|
|Cape Hatteras Light House and Museum|
|Like I said|
|Salty was really into the museum, apparently.|
|First dip in the ocean? Coooooold!!!|
|This is why she’ll turn against me in the teen years, but I can’t resist posting those sweet cheekies.|
|More sweet cheekies on my Peppers|
|The Tolerated Smooch|
|Not everyone loves the beach.|
|Oh that Peppers! He just loves Mama.|
|He just loves Mama.|
|And mah Salty|
|Martha boogie boarding on the left, E running in the middle, me looking like a fool on the right.|
We spent a lot of time inside, too: Rock Band, Carcasonne, many movies, Todd’s famous awesomeness burgers, synchronized hottubing, billiards, ping-pong, Ukrainian pysanki, Kinect Sports II, hide-n-seek, etc. Oh it was fun.
Amy advised us to take lots of pictures. Is 1100+ considered “lots”?