I could rhyme off a list of reasons why I haven't posted....but I won't bore you. Instead I'll share some pics of our very first ever family vacation. We decided not to venture too far. Let's be real, it can be hard enough to get through the day here in our own home with access to almost everything we need, let alone in a new environment with only what we could fit in our trunk. And boy did we stuff that trunk! Mark's parents offered us their SUV and in hindsight, we should have taken them up on their offer....but I digress.
Our destination was East Point! We rented a sweet little cottage for three nights. I figured 3 nights would be a good test run and we were lucky to get off season rates because we booked it for the very last weekend in June. We left late afternoon on Friday and arrived just after supper. It was absolutely worth the trip to see how excited they were when we got inside. They ran in and explored every room. The biggest hit? A butter dish filled with Crokinole chips! Of course! Porter must have emptied and refilled that dish at least 25 times all the while squealing with delight. It was pouring rain outside so we spent the first night inside playing with Crokinole chips, clothespins and watching Bubble Guppies on the laptop. I know what you're thinking, boy do we know how to party! That night, I went to bed with that peaceful easy feeling that you get when you are staying in a place where you can hear the ocean from your room and there are needle point decorations on the walls!
That feeling was about to change. We brought Porter's new bed tent ( yes, he has a brand new tent for his new big boy bed!) but there still wasn't a whole lot of sleep that night. Ruby woke up twice and Porter was up for the day at 4am. I guess he just couldn't wait to get his hands on those Crokinole chips! The next night was even worse. Ruby woke up at 12:30 and we thought we would give her a minute in case she went back to sleep. Bad idea, BAD idea! Porter woke up and thought it was morning. I believe it was around 3 am when I had visions of packing everything up and flying the H. E. Double hockey sticks home. But we didn't. It was around 5:30am when he finally went back to sleep. I could yawn just thinking about it.
But besides being dreadfully sleepy, we did have a lot of fun. The weather cleared up and we got to the beach Saturday and Sunday. They were originally calling for rain so we were pretty pumped about being able to get outside at all. We had access to our very own private beach, there was just one other family sharing it with us that weekend. Porter loved it! He could run for miles and had a blast playing in the sand !
I can't decide who had more fun playing in this hole... Porter or Mark?
Ruby, on the other hand wasn't a huge fan of the sand...this picture sums up how she felt about the beach.
She did enjoy sharing some cuddle time with Daddy on this community beach chair...
It was beautiful and we really did have a lovely time, but after three nights we were ready to come home. We were really just running out of things to do. We went to two different parks, the beach and we even hit up the East Point Lighthouse which was an adventure in itself! Have you ever climbed the stairs inside a lighthouse? STEEP! I was never so glad to get out of a building in all my life! Did I mention I worry a lot? Yeah, that trip up those stairs with a 4 yr old and a 21 month old probably aged me 5 years. I am mostly kidding, but not completely. I did make sure we got a quick picture, but honestly we stayed at the top for as long as it took to click this pic !
Chat soon:)
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