We’re a few hours into the drive back from California.
My eyelash extensions are crumpled from the beach breeze and body surfing with my brothers.
Two little boys have been in the backseat, giggling about tooting for a while, and Brian has been sitting in the front, doing a horrible job at suppressing laughs for a wife who doesn’t want to encourage the potty humor.
My little lady has been sleeping for the last 3 hours (as angels, or babies who are offended by the thought of sleeping through the night in Pack n Plays, do), and I have the option of either reading a newspaper about The Donald or typing here.
We spent the week with my family in Newport, and my family has grown by three members since our last trip. We loved getting to spend extra time with Brette, my new sister in law. In addition to being so sweet, she’s instantly a seasoned aunt from two nephews my kids’ ages-ish on her side of the family, and the type of girl who just makes everything fun! I sure lucked out in the sis in law department all around!
A few highlights and a buttload of unedited pictures:
In years past, Roscoe has not even set foot on wet sand. He would prefer to step foot on no sand, actually. To my surprise, he tried out the ocean this trip! He was unsure and cautious, but by the end of the trip (and three or four very fickle beach days), Roscoe decided it was fun. He’d still prefer the pool.
Gus just learned to swim, and has the total opposite beach mentality of Roscoe, making my eyes come very close to going different directions. One in the water, one on the sand, one waiting to be snuggled to sleep in a tent.
We had THE best time, but I have to admit…this trip was far from relaxing! Hahah Similar to years past explained here , this whole trip was a workout. Three kids in carseats. Strollers. Pack and Plays. High chairs. Booster seats. I plan spending tomorrow in jammies past noon.