|DITL - July 31, 2010
||[Aug. 3rd, 2010|07:46 am]
In which we walk around in the heat and eat too much...
I wake up to this
Obligatory bedhead pic. Sadly, this isn't much different than it looked when I went to sleep last night.
Husband is very orderly
The kids are starting to wake up
Downstairs for coffee and breakfast. Mmmmm bacon.
Apparently Middle Daughter doesn't look 17, because they charge us for a kid's breakfast the second day in a row
The Boy is a chipmonk.
One last look out the window
The water park where we spent the last two days
We go to the lobby to check out. It is very fancy.
She tries to throw her brother into the fish pond. I can't take them anywhere!
First stop - Air Museum
Husband explains dive bomber aerodynamics, complete with hand gestures
Examples of plane art
The kids pick up souvenirs
We drive down the seawall. I haven't seen this many shrimpers in years.
We're headed for The Strand. First stop, Col. Bubbies
This sign makes my daughter laugh. She's been joking all week about no shirt/no shoes/no service means you don't need pants
The Boy tries a hat
Back on the Strand, it's my turn to laugh at a sign
These are very tempting, but we're on a quest for lemonade
This is our favorite candy store. They have everything.
The Boy is mesmerized.
We tear ourselves away from the candy and go to our second-favorite store. I think these are both adorable and disturbing.
Middle Daughter finds a much cuter octopus to take home.
We hit a few more shops. We try on many floppy hats.
We stop for lunch and The Boy inspects his booty.
Middle Daughter plays with her new rings.
I love the woodwork here
I'm halfway through lunch before I relize someone is watching.
Time to head home. The Boy loves to push the buttons.
Yes, it is very hot.
Bye Bye Strand!
It takes about five minutes for the kids to crash
Home again - time to unpack
I hung these before we left...I suppose they're dry by now
It wouldn't be a ditl without laundry
There's plenty more where that came from
After three days, there's a lot of catching up to do
The bottomless pits are hungry, but we have no food. So we go out to dinner.
I pretend like I am eating light. It's a salad, right?
Back home I fold the laundry
And put away the laundry. Repeat seventy bazillion times.
The Boy tries to cast a spell on me, but I make him go to bed anyway.
And spend the last few minutes before I collapse watching Dr. Who.