We took the kids to the beach, you know, to relax. We didn't really relax, and taking a 2 year old to the beach didn't turn out so well. You'd think we know this type of thing the second time around. The trip was exhausting, and to recap it makes me tired. Here are the highlights:
We got a flat tire on the way down, an hour south of our house. The kids didn't know we were stopped for 45 minutes! They looked out the window and saw cars whizzing by, so I guess they assumed we were still driving.
Eli didn't like the beach, nor sleeping.
On the last day, Lucy discovered that she DID, LIKE, THE BEACH!
We rented a really cool house.
Eli ran away from us the entire time.
Lucy slept well!
The night before we left to come back home, a huge storm woke every one up. The power was out, Eli was very scared. Finally, at 7am we all got up and packed up in the dark. As we were pulling away from the house, the power came back on. Right?
We ate out for breakfast at The Waffle House. I brought in a stale ole pancake for Lucy and had them warm it up on their griddle.