Ella at the beach

It would be impossible for me to summarize our vacation with just a few short words and a handful of photos. So, I've decided that over the next week I'll post my favorite handful of photos of each of the kids, starting with Ella since she has the least number of beach photos.

Unfortunately, after the first day, Ella's time on the beach was minimal. I was anxious about the amount of sun her fair-skinned self could endure as well as not loving her rolling around and getting sand everywhere. I bought a screened tent for her to sit inside but the wind didn't agree with my plans, thwarting any attempts at keeping a tent from blowing away. So, it worked out that she just stayed in the house with whoever was inside unless she was being carried or held while Mommy or MeMe or Daddy sat under an umbrella.

Have I mentioned that she's the easiest, most content baby ever? No?

Well, she is.

This first picture is from out attempts to get family photos with a tripod. I just love the way she's looking at me. Pardon the graininess, I had to zoom way in to get just her looking at me. Don't worry though, I'll show you the whole photo at some point. It's too hilarious not to.



My sweet girl asleep, on a beach chair, on day 1 of our trip.



Sitting in Daddy's lap on the deck, watching brothers and sisters play on the beach.


Oh.my.lanta. I could just eat her right up.

We are facing "burn up upon re-entry" to our usual routine. After Aaron peed in the potty 487 times while we were gone (all by his own prompting) I decided to give potty training another go today. At lunch, while I stepped into a slightly quieter room to talk to Luke, Aaron proceeded to poop in his booster seat then mix it with the lunch left on his plate.

Ewwwwww. I can't even begin to imagine the mind of a 2 year old. I think Mike Rowe should visit my house for one of his episodes.