Living in a coastal area where we go to the beach weekly, it may seem odd that when we vacation, we ALWAYS go to the beach. We have no desire to vacay in the mountains or Orlando (not yet at least), just straight sand and salt water.
It does us well.
Even at naptime. No sound machine needed.
Beach and pool all morning. Lunch inside followed by a nap and then back out to the beach and pool. It is a rough rough life. And very predictable.
UNTIL....(drum roll please....)
The Big Injury of Vacay '11
Pulling a boogie board at warp speed in the shallow ocean can wreak havoc on a wrist and elbow. Especially when you bust it and land your entire weight on the palm of your hand. Oops.
I can honestly say I never knew how much I loved his right arm until it was rendered useless. So many things require 2 arms: LIFTING BABIES, CHANGING DIAPERS, BATHING BABIES, GETTING DRESSED, BATHING ONESELF, TYING SHOES, DRIVING A 5 SPEED, PACKING A VAN WITH COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF ENORMOUSLY HEAVY LUGGAGE, UNLOADING SAID COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF ENORMOUSLY HEAVY LUGGAGE...
But those are just silly little things. Other than that, his one-armed self has been really helpful.
We had front row seats to the Shuttle launch (as front row as St.Augustine can be from Cape Canaveral) but the cloud coverage was too thick. All we got was the sonic boom, but these guys didn't care. They just wanted to hang out with cousin Keenen (and his lil bro JP).
We had to document the yearly family photo with the Big Injury of Vacay '11 front and center.
Glad Wild Man took it upon himself to call in our reservations for next year.
Peace out, yo.