Wyatt's first sight of the ocean did not invoke fear as it had for the other two. He just wanted, and tried, to crawl right in. We learned to dress him in swim trunks anytime we went near the beach because he was sure to get in the water. Fred laughed at Wyatt as he would sit at the edge of the water, then it would recede and he'd go sit at the new edge, and continue this until the water came back in and he got splashed in the face with a big wave. Never did it deter him from the ocean.
Our Thanksgiving lunch was leftovers accumulated during the week and then our supper was pizza. No turkey, no sweet potatoes, and no pie. We did have a Pepperidge Farm cake for dessert that was quite delicious and we had enough ice cream from the nearby shop during the week that our sweet tooths did not go unsatisfied.
The swimming and playing left everyone very tired in the evenings and the big boys slept well at the hotel, but Wyatt is not our best sleeper and it was tough. There were a few mornings where I was ready to go home because I was just so tired. But other than that issue, and one cockroach in the bathroom, our trip was good. Even the flights with 3 hour layovers in Altlanta went pretty smoothly.
Gavin and Jacob in a rare moment of not wrestling, actually water has that effect.
Wyatt going right for the water.
We had a park a block down from the hotel and got a little silly on the climbing pole.
Gavin.
Jacob.
Fred, aka the Rock.
Wyatt swinging.
Self-timer family photo.
Wyatt enjoying the pool with Fred.
Jacob and one of his many new friends in the pool.
Fred and Jacob enojying "busting" the waves.
Just so you know it was a true "family" vacation, tears were not off-limits.
Gavin learned he liked to enjoy the ocean on someone's hip.
Wyatt going for the ocean, again.
Jacob in a hole with his friend, Davy. Davy's dad spent a couple hours digging this out.
Gavin testing the hole.


































