Weekends are for going to the beach. Plain and simple.
Warm sand between my toes:
Warm sand for burying balls:
It is always fun to share the beach with friends you don't get to see enough (Suzie, Molly, and Mark):
Blake using the travel potty:
Why am I up at 2am with both the kids after a full day of playing at the beach? Because the house is pretty warm upstairs. This is why...
Earlier this week, we (me and the boys) were upstairs trying to get ready for the day. I went into Reade's room to get a onesie for him to wear and came back to find Blake perched atop the changing table with his head sticking out the second story window. He found our window lock and tried to put it on the window, but ended up pushing out the screen (still in my neighbor's backyard). So there he was, little hands on the window ledge trying to see down to where the screen fell. My heart still sinks when I think back to that moment. Anyways, let's just say I bought window guards and our house will resemble a jail once they arrive. For now, all the windows have window locks on them and we are only opening them the recommended 4 inches. That doesn't allow for a lot of air flow so I think the kids got hot tonight. Blake went back down after two tries, but this little donut hole on my lap seems perfectly content on being awake right now. It is comforting to know that other people are awake right now because of their wild social lives. Party on world.