
The single women were all over our little Sadie and Jack. It's like they had never seen a baby before. Watching all these women dote over my children really made me appreciate that I wasn't "out there" anymore. Chase and I thought it would be funny to hide our rings to see how many people would ask for our phone number, but then we remembered how annoying it really is and decided to just cuddle instead. I love my man!!
So the drive down was pretty good. Sadie just watched her movies the whole time and Jack fell asleep right as we hit the road. He got a little cat nap and woke up about 30 minutes later when we hit Memorial Day traffic. It made for a longer drive but he finally fell asleep about an hour before we arrived at our beach house.
As a parent I can't figure out why car manufacturers don't put the sound proof window between the front and back seat of ALL family vehicles. This shouldn't be an exclusive amenity reserved only for limousines. I WANT ONE!! They could cry all they want and I would monitor them in my rear view mirror. It would be heavenly. I also think that if they knew we couldn't hear them, they wouldn't whine as much. THE WHINING!!! I CAN'T STAND THE WHINING!!

We arrived Saturday night so Sunday we just lounged around the house after church and went to the light house in Duck. Other than the human eating horse flies, it was a pleasant evening. We saw a lot of crabs in the water and Sadie threw rocks in the bay, of course. Sadie made some necklaces and bracelets with Grace and we were all advised to wear them the whole trip. It was pretty cute that she just put one bead on the ribbon. Normally you would make some sort of pattern with all the colors. Not Sadie. She just picked out a pink bead and that was all that was needed.




We mostly just sat around and talked after the kids went to bed but every once in a while we were entertained by CC's hilarious version of the Name Game or Curtis' ridiculously funny, knee slapping, tear jerking rendition of Joseph Smith History in about 30 different accents. We just kept shouting out a different accent while he read and he immediately changed character. It was awesome and made me laugh so hard there were tears rolling down my face. I'd never heard anything like it. It was like Robin Williams was reading the scriptures. I hope we weren't being sacrilegious by laughing while Curtis read to us from the scriptures, but I like to think God was chuckling a little as well. How could you not...it was ridiculously funny!!


Our biggest accomplishment was the building of our sand castle the last day. We spent hours making it perfect. Curtis had the idea to accessorize the walls with the drippings of sand. Jenna made some awesome platforms and look out towers. I fashioned some stairs with sticks and made some pretty cute little gate's for the bridge. We had the kids decorate with the sea shells and were so proud of the finished product we were sad to leave it knowing it would be washed away by morning.

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Man, it makes me miss the beach. This is our off year (we do every-other year) and I'm wishing we were going!
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