During the day, James wouldn't have ANYTHING to do with the ocean. But at night, he became invincible! He ran through the freezing cold water, soaking his clothes and splashing.
Riley didn't care for the water, probably because it was so cold. He preferred digging in the sand.
We ran along the beach that evening, chasing the crabs. They'd start running really fast and squeaking and Kelly swore off california rolls.
James and the giant frisbee
Sunburned Grandaddy sitting in the shade.
Jason rented one of the kayaks and he and Drew paddled off. Jason got out in the deeper water with his snorkelling gear. It was short-lived when he saw a bunch of jellyfish out there.
James sprayed random passersby with his water gun! (they were all kids his age, at least!)
Kelly and Drew took off on the kayak next.
Riley wanted to take it for a spin
Jason and I hopped in for one last go before he had to return it. The whole time I was terrified because I was convinced that the waves were going to flip us over and I would be eaten by a shark. Or the jellyfish.
Jason kept rocking the kayak and fueling the fire. We weren't on it for long.
Though he wouldn't have anything to do with the ocean water during the day, James loved the pool. We had to drag him out kicking and screaming. Of course, the entire session would consist of him gripping onto Jason's or my waist/neck/shoulders while choking/pinching and kicking me to death. He's gotten so much more confident in water. Just 6-7 months ago when we were in Jacksonville, he wouldn't have anything to do with even the pool until the last day we were there. This time there was no screaming or tears, just playing. He was even brave enough to jump off the sides of the pool and let me catch him.
The beach wore Riley out. Between the sunscreen and sand in his eyes and all the playing, he decided he'd rather stay in the room with Granny. They had juice and macaroni & cheese, and watched tv, having a grand ol time
Wednesday night, Kelly, Drew, Jason and I went out to eat at a crappy, overpriced restaurant called The Crab Trap. We went to Target afterward to stock up on the most amazing ice cream ever (Ben & Jerry's Volun-tiramisu) and stole some plastic spoons from the Starbucks to gorge on it in the car. We rolled the windows down, let in some ocean air, ate ice cream and played Florence + The Machine.
When we got back and the kids and grandparents went to bed, we all piled onto the most uncomfortable pull-out couch ever and watched Blue Valentine.
After all our ice cream, we went for a much-needed morning run on the beach.
Every morning, we had a huuuuge breakfast (Granny fixed them all except the first morning, when I did). With all that food I don't know how I didn't gain 20 lbs from the whole trip!
"FISH MAN!"
Granny didn't much care for the beach (no wonder she and Riley were such buddies!). Here is the rare shot of Granny by the ocean. [for the record, she only stayed long enough for a few pictures. that was it!]
The pool and ocean didn't hold a candle to the amount of fun Riley got from the foot showers.
Family portrait
The morning we left the boys woke up a little cranky.
Cranky James fighting with Drew.
Right before the drive home. Being only 4 hours away now makes it awfully tempting to just turn around and go back to the beach, rather than facing real life.
Goodbye Florida!
Jason and I hopped in for one last go before he had to return it. The whole time I was terrified because I was convinced that the waves were going to flip us over and I would be eaten by a shark. Or the jellyfish.
Jason kept rocking the kayak and fueling the fire. We weren't on it for long.
Though he wouldn't have anything to do with the ocean water during the day, James loved the pool. We had to drag him out kicking and screaming. Of course, the entire session would consist of him gripping onto Jason's or my waist/neck/shoulders while choking/pinching and kicking me to death. He's gotten so much more confident in water. Just 6-7 months ago when we were in Jacksonville, he wouldn't have anything to do with even the pool until the last day we were there. This time there was no screaming or tears, just playing. He was even brave enough to jump off the sides of the pool and let me catch him.
The beach wore Riley out. Between the sunscreen and sand in his eyes and all the playing, he decided he'd rather stay in the room with Granny. They had juice and macaroni & cheese, and watched tv, having a grand ol time
Wednesday night, Kelly, Drew, Jason and I went out to eat at a crappy, overpriced restaurant called The Crab Trap. We went to Target afterward to stock up on the most amazing ice cream ever (Ben & Jerry's Volun-tiramisu) and stole some plastic spoons from the Starbucks to gorge on it in the car. We rolled the windows down, let in some ocean air, ate ice cream and played Florence + The Machine.
When we got back and the kids and grandparents went to bed, we all piled onto the most uncomfortable pull-out couch ever and watched Blue Valentine.
After all our ice cream, we went for a much-needed morning run on the beach.
Every morning, we had a huuuuge breakfast (Granny fixed them all except the first morning, when I did). With all that food I don't know how I didn't gain 20 lbs from the whole trip!
"FISH MAN!"
Granny didn't much care for the beach (no wonder she and Riley were such buddies!). Here is the rare shot of Granny by the ocean. [for the record, she only stayed long enough for a few pictures. that was it!]
The pool and ocean didn't hold a candle to the amount of fun Riley got from the foot showers.
Family portrait
The morning we left the boys woke up a little cranky.
Cranky James fighting with Drew.
Right before the drive home. Being only 4 hours away now makes it awfully tempting to just turn around and go back to the beach, rather than facing real life.
Goodbye Florida!
Fortunately it was a short drive home and the boys were little angels, sleeping and watching Scooby Doo on the dvd player throughout the drive. We arrived home with mixed feelings. James kept telling me he wanted to go back to the beach with Grandma. When we got in our driveway he said he didn't want to go in. The 90 degree heat coaxed him inside toward the air conditioning, but not without more protest. I miss the beach, too. We had such a great time and got to be with family, it's hard saying goodbye. Being home means the comforts of all our things and home-cooked meals and our dogs and the garden, but it also means Jason's leave is almost over and he will be gone soon. I worry about settling us in without him. I love it here in Georgia, but it's still unfamiliar. We haven't really gotten into our routine yet. We haven't made new friends. The clothes and toys and pictures are scattered all over. There are still a couple boxes left unpacked and not everything has found its place. Jason's being gone will be hard on both kids, now that Riley's old enough to realize when he's not around. Adjusting to the move in and of itself hasn't been easy on them, but adding that in scares me a little. I know we can do it and we'll do fine, but the anticipation is a lot to handle right now. We're just taking things a day at a time now, trying to make sure everything's taken care of, and enjoying our last few days together. Which is all we can do.
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