Summer, Summer, Summer Time

We recently had our first vacation EVER with the kids and it was amazing. My sister and her family live in Los Fresnos, which is a hop and a skip away from South Padre Island. So we managed a staycation (long distance type version), if that makes any sense at all.

The kids were all pumped up about our trip to the beach and how we were going to build sand castles and search for sea shells (and possibly hidden treasures). I'd been building this up for a good three weeks. The morning we were supposed to head out for day 1, I strolled out to the back patio to talk to the dogs. Well, I had three boys with wide eyes watching who begged to come out too. They saw the pool and it was all over. "I don't want to go to the beach! I want to stay here and go swimming!!" over. and over. and over again.

In my calmest voice, I pulled a national lampoon's vacation and said, "We are going to the beach and we are going to have fun. You're going to have fun, and I'm going to have fun. We're all going to have so much darn fun ...." You get me.

More cries. more screams. and then a really difficult time getting everyone dressed and ready to go. Then the whole.car.ride.there. Homer screamed, "My blankie! My blankie! I want my blankie!" repeat.

Once we got there, the song changed. They loved it! And so did we! I just happen to find it painfully ironic that these pictures suggest otherwise...

Here is a long distance shot of dad about to take Sebi out into the water. This was Sebi's most favorite part! Homer wanted to go and was being sent inland to mama, hence the pouting you see.

And this is the birthday cake that their amateur sculptor of a mama made them. Homer tried to eat it...