Need I Say More?

ok, I will.
My Dad bought kites at Dollar Tree. They would've been worth it if he had to buy them for $100. Our kids clung to those kites with all of their three-year-old might.











My dad cooked every meal. The entire week. For all 23 of us.























We searched for crabs in a cute, little bay area. (Michaela is showing S a fiddler crab in the picture to the left.)
They were ugly.




We crowded in a small section on the vast beach, and talked
and talked
and talked.

And read. (Can you see K?)








And dug.








And slept.
































And played.





















And played.

































And cuddled.














And finally, when it started getting dark....., we went "home" to our condo, and waited for the sun to rise on yet another day's excitement.