Of course, the first few months we were here, we were busy unpacking and dealing with a newborn. Plus it was too hot to move, too hot to go to the beach, especially for a newborn.
Then school and kid activities started. The only free days we had were Sundays, and Bill had to go to work the next day. Staying out until 10 pm or later was not a good way to start the week. Finally, Bill had Columbus Day off, so we spontaneously decided that the Sunday before was the day to go.
Fritz and Billy were camping that Saturday at a retreat with our Diocese, so we "surprised" them with our plans upon pick up Sunday morning. They were unhappy. I understood to some extent. Spend two nights away from home, and on the way back you think about a nice hot shower, mom's home cooking, and relaxing in front of the TV watching a football game. But I think one son's comparing us to slave owners went a bit too far. Really, how many slaves owners "forced" their help to spend the afternoon and evening playing on the beach?
|This is not a beach picture, just a random shot: Pirate George.|
|In the shade|
|Unfortunately, the shade had to block the view of the Gulf.|
|A soldier's tan is similar to a farmer's tan.|
|The Gulf is much more peaceful than the Atlantic Ocean.|
|It was a gorgeous day.|
|George was still pretty skinny at 3 months.|
|Skinny, but cute.|
|Love his smiles.|
|Ready for the rising tide|
|As the sun went down|
I saved the landscape photos for another blog post, coming up next.
In the end, my grumpy sons apologized and thanked us for a great day. It was so very hard to block out that family time, but very much worth the effort.