- A super fun, labor intensive, sand consuming, sun soaking, Bob the Builder eat-your-heart-out trip to the beach
- A proper education on what really happens when a baby eats an undetermined amount of sand
- A minor scare that we'd been robbed, but really it was just a teensy case of forgetfulness
- Someone* falling on his or her ass on the slippery rain soaked garage floor
- A trip to Target (it's always a good day when a trip to Target is involved)
- A super special girls only dinner
- A raucous round of "The Force Game" a.k.a. Light Sabre play that gives me an ulcer.
- Bedtime that didn't involve a million lectures, bribes, threats and that resulted in six sleeping children instead of three giggling ones.
*Names omitted to protect the gravity challenged.
But without further ado, following is what I shall title "The Beach: A Photo Essay"...
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