Dear Broken A/C: Your timing is perfect.

As I sit in the 86 degree heat of my house, I reflect on days gone by sunning on the beach, splashing in the pool, lazing in an air conditioned condo, eating my weight in root beer floats, bathing in sunscreen.

And then I remember the vacation is over.

In other words, the glass is half empty.

But lo, there is cold air coming out of the vents and we may get down to 84 by tomorrow morning before it rises back up to 92. Going outside might be a breath of fresh air.

Enough about our heat strokes. Here's the lowdown on the final vacay of the summer.

Picture it.
St. Augustine.
2010.
The Akins 6 plus about 50 more with similar bloodline.
Good times.

Here we have Wild Man with a smile on his face. The opportunity to catch it on camera = even better!

Our afternoon for 7 days straight.

Little fishes.

Girlfriend couldn't even finish her lunch.

Showing off their beautiful starfish moments before returning him (her?) to sea.

The beach proved to be good fuss-therapy for this one. Thus, our morning. Every day. All week.

"Thank you all for coming to see me. I'll be here all week."

My handsome boys. Love them so.

We may be color coordinated for the 4th but we sure can't all look in one direction with 6 simultaneous smiles no matter how many takes we do! A girl can dream.

My sweet crazy babies.