Yesterday morning we made one last trip to Thomas’s Donuts and then loaded up for the 6ish hour drive home from the beach. Which turned into the 8ish hour drive home. 10ish or 11ish if you’re my mom and Tom. And the kids. Somehow we were lucky enough to swing a four day beach vacay with the added bonus of the kiddos going home with the ol’ grandparental units. Nice, huh?
My stepbrother Craig is a firefighter who gets a pretty limited number of vacation days a year. He’s too busy saving lives or something to relax much. So when he asked us all to join him at the beach for one of his weeks off we totally jumped at the chance. Craig’s a pretty stand up guy. I don’t think I could love him more if he were my own brother. In fact, I might even love him less. So it’s good like this.
On the first morning we were there we headed down to the beach as soon as everyone roused from our first night of vacation sleep. And after our first round of vacation donuts of course.
Beach smeach, I was only there for the donuts. And the drinks.
I wanted a new picture of my mom which meant I had to surprise her. She’s notorious for her picture face, which she lovingly passed down to me.
Although I’m loving this one which she was actually aware was being taken.
Maybe one outgrows picture face around their 59th year? There’s hope for me yet.
Within a few minutes of being there Craig found a pretty gnarly looking sea creature. They all decided it was some sort of mussel…
Although I’ve since changed my mind. I’m going with dolphin placenta.
Sorry ’bout that. I guess I should have warned you first. Maybe some comic relief will help?
My nephew Brody volunteered to be the first sand burial victim, which resulted in my favorite shot of the day…
Always (sometimes?) a good sport, I was next…
My good sportdom ended though when someone (CRAIG!) decided I needed a few extra parts.
Hmph.
This is the look of a displeased talking head…
Speaking of displeased, no trip would be complete without a B-Ro meltdown.
Or three.
I think this particular one was caused by the taste of salt in his mouth. A common ailment at saltwater beaches, so I hear.
Thankfully he recoved. And lived to whine another day.
Brody and his Uncle Craig are pretty tight.
Calm down ladies, he’s taken.
Craig, not Brody.
If you’re about 6 and about to lose a tooth or two, Brody is still very much on the market.
And finally, a few shots of my favorite girls on the trip… More to come!
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