Litchfield 2012

Our annual beach trip to North Litchfield has come and gone.  Owen is the most upset about this, in fact he cried while brushing his teeth our first night at home.  He thinks we should move there, or at the very least stay there for eight weeks next summer.  Sounds good to me, although that would roughly be $28K.  

It was Oliver's first beach trip, and it took him a while to warm up to the new yet temporary surroundings.  The first time Owen went he was 16 months old, and Oliver was only 8.5.  That's a huge difference!  I'm guessing it was the sea air or the super squishy crib mattress, because he slept like a dream.

While we had a great time as usual, our trip did have its share of mishaps including:

1.  Stomach "issues" while on a night-time beach walk.
2.  Burn from a sparkler
3.  Sliced finger requiring four stitches
4.  Stepping on a nail
5.  Something puncturing a big toe in the ocean
6.  Dead car battery

Am I forgetting something?  I think that's it, and thankfully not all those happened to one person.

Here are a few shots in no particular order...

First hole of the week

Crab in the surf

This was right before he tried to eat a shell

This was Oliver's initial reaction to the beach

Hammock on the front porch...right before I fell asleep

Back porch

 

One of the maids took our group shot and she only took one!

Playground at the Hammock Shops...on our way out of town

a couple snapshots

It was crazy hot this weekend, so the only person who spent anytime outside was me.  I took some good pics of the boys, but alas, I forgot the memory card when I headed out this morning.  I did take these two with Instagram.  

Oliver took some pretty awesome naps this weekend.  This was taken right after he woke up from a three-hour one.  We are very surprised anytime he takes a long nap, but his naps are still so unpredictable we are shocked when he sleeps longer than an hour.  This kid is definitely the one who will keep us guessing.

Owen told us he wanted a corn dog for dinner.  This is highly unusual since he's always refused to eat a hot dog and only tried a corn dog once when Oliver was very small.  

Brig took the boys over to her mom's house for a little while so she just stopped at Sonic and got us all corn dogs for dinner.  I didn't actually think he would eat it, and I had to promise to take his pic and send it to Facebook before he would take a nibble.  Of course he loved it and almost finished the whole thing.  He wouldn't dip it in ketchup, which would have made it even more palatable.  Maybe next time.