**Warning… LOADS, TONS, GAJILLIONS of pictures…**
While my sister was here, her one request after enduring the throngs of young children at Trey’s 1/2 birthday party, was a day at the beach. Done! We can definitley do that.
Wanting to try something new, we drove through the tunnel and set up camp at the beach on Ft. Story. There is actually an old lighthouse there that I wanted to see, but after it started raining we just ran to the cars… and took off.
Yes, it rained. But we were able to hang out for a good 2 hours I think.
I mean, really, after the logisitical undertaking that it IS to get this family out of the house and to the beach…
It often goes something like this:
Me: We need diapers, wipes, swimmies, snacks, drinks, sun tan lotion, bug spray, towels, changes of clothes…
DJ: TREY! Go get 3 diapers for your brother…
(Trey slo-o-o-o-w-l-y drags his seemingly thousand-pound poor, little, overworked, under-appreciated body off the couch. And s-l-o-o-o-o-w-ly tears his eyes away from Sponge Bob…)
Trey: What did you say Dad?
DJ: GO. GET. THREE. DIAPERS. for-your-brother’s-diaper-bag-get-up-those-stairs-right-now-i-said-go!
Trey: I’m goin! i’m GOIN’!
(DJ rolls his eyes and resumes searching through the fridge for the snacks…)
Trey (yelling from upstairs): HOW MANY DIAPERS DAD?! YOU MEAN YOU WANT NOAH’S SIPPY CUP?!
(DJ begins to twitch…)
DJ: THREEEEEEE DIAPERS TREY!
ME: Where’s the second bottle of suntan lotion?! NOAH! GET OFF THE STAIRS! Don’t you run up them… Boooyyy….
DJ: We had a second bottle?!
TREY: Hey look mom! I brought you 12 diapers!
ME: Noah! Stop taking your clothes off… where’s your other shoe?!
TREY: SIwwy Noah. He wikes to be naked.
DJ: There are NO apples. Where’d the apples go?! Where’d all these diapers come from? These are NOT going to fit in the alloted space I’ve carved out in the trunk…!
Kir: Oh. my. god. You guys are insane crazy freaks. I need to smoke. Just come get me when it’s time to go.
Anyyyyway… so enough of all that. Here’s the proof that we did make it…
So once we got rained out… we came back over to this side of the water… and since it was mysteriously beautiful again, we decided to stop off at Ft. Monroe to walk around and work off some more energy.
Another shot courtesy of Trey… 
DJ is off to the right of the shot. Noah is standing there as if to say, “I am grumpy. Why are you just sitting there?! Don’t you see I’m grumpy? Come and get me man. Now.”
The seester. It’s been so good seeing her more often.
See. I only post Kirstin-approved images on the blog.
Well.
Most. of the time.
Master Warriors of the Water Gun: Trey-chan and Tee-Tee-o-cleavage…
They were ruthless. So ruthless, in fact, that Trey had to get his goggles. Oh yes. He rocked the goggles.
Sooo.
That’s that. I have more… tons more to show you.
Soon! I promise.
Until next time,
~ K
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