every morning we took our own sweet time waking up, ate a kono's big (carb heaven) breakfast #2, strolled to the end of the pier in hoodies, then stripped down to swimsuits at low tide to look for seashells on an empty beach.
owen was brave this year and got in all the way up to his waist.
elliot didn't touch the water until the last day.
jonah slept. the entire trip there and the entire trip back. -- would i jinx myself if i said out loud that she's easily the best baby in the world?
we had only a handful of meltdowns and two bed wetting incidents the whole time. victory.
i would have stayed another week if i could.
i've already made a mental countdown chain to next fall.