I'll give you a hint.
Maybe you need another hint. Perhaps a little more obvious?
Okay, you get it now.
Yesterday was our road trip up to Maine. My dad, bless his heart, drove all the way out to New York Wednesday, then turned and burned to travel back with us Thursday.
The trip went very well! There really isn't much to say about the actual driving part except it was blissfully uneventful, and the kids behaved very well, and made it that much easier. Isaac was getting restless towards the end, but I expected that to happen.
We pulled into Grandma's and Grandpa's house around 5 p.m., got the van unpacked and I called Dale to let him know we were in, safe in sound.
So, what is the first thing you do after arriving on the coast of Maine?
Go to the beach of course!
Grandma, the kids and I changed and ventured down to the beach. Thankfully, there were several 15 Passenger Van friendly parking spots available, since it was late in the day, so I didn't have to do any fancy parallel parking in that big beast.
We spent a couple hours playing, boogie boarding, and moving our stuff back a billion times as the tide was coming in. A great taste of the week to come! And yeah, dummy Mom forgot to bring the camera down to the beach. I'll be sure to bring it today.
Needless to say, by the time we got back, cleaned up, had supper, we were all very tired, and ready for bed. Especially Isaac, who had gotten up much, much earlier than usual, and didn't sleep a wink during the whole trip, if you can believe that!
Grandpa is our Taxi service right now. It is a gorgeous, perfect day for sun and surf. Grandma and the older four were dropped off a little while ago, then the littles and I will be dropped off when we are ready. Isaac is still asleep, predictably. I was up a little before 7, and tried to go back to sleep. But who can sleep with the seagulls cawing outside and the sun shining so nicely?
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