Paradise...A SHORE Thing

Not a bad way to spend Easter.

What a crazy week. My parents originally booked this fabulous beach house with the intentions of a big family vacation and to get Lindsey some sun during her spring break from BYUI. After Lindsey relapsed a few weeks before we were to leave, it went back on the market with hopes that someone else would rent it. 2 days before our time slot was to start; still no renter = pack up the kids and head to the beach. Melanie and Aubs joined us for the first few days then took off to Memphis to find a house and visit Lindsey. I spent the remainder of the week as a single mother in paradise. The burdens I must bare.

Sand Angels (a Southerner's version of snow angels)

Lunch on the beach everyday. Added a little non-nutritive crunch to everything.

The biggest challenge of the week...finding a way to keep sand out of Adam's pacifier.

When we were heading home from the beach because Adam was having a meltdown, Shannon note, "I wish I didn't have a little brother so I could stay at the beach."

But what a cute little reason to take a break from the beach.

The classic building and destroying of sand castles was a daily activity.

The sun really drained the kids. Even with a morning nap, Adam fell asleep on the beach almost everyday.

Shannon started a game called "bubbles on my toes" last year in the Bahamas and continued the tradition this year, even without the unlimited pina coladas.

I thought once Adam tasted the sand, we would get a cute picture that would be it. But he kept on eating and eating and eating. It supports my theory that this boy will eat anything.

Our friends, the Robinettes, sent Shannon Easter polly pockets as well as this bunny house. She did a great job of building and testing the quality of the products.

But just a fun was demolishing the houses and "cleaning up" the remains.
The Taco Bar had awesome shrimp tacos as well as a photo op that Shannon actually asked for a picture in.

Rosemary had an endless supply of cute stores, including this toy store with the same name as Grandma Gruwell aka Gigi.

Frost Bite had endless combos of shaved ice, including this one of chocolate custard topped with pineapple upside down cake.

We had gelato for dinner one night.

Breakfast at Wild Olive.

The town has as many sidewalks as it does streets. Why drive when you can bike? Of course the first day we went on a long bike ride (downhill with the wind on our backs one way (hey, we could do this all day), up hill with the wind catching the trailer on the way back...did I mention the 60 pounds of kids I was pulling?)

We stayed in the cutest house, complete with a private pool and carriage house. Shannon now wants bunk beds for her birthday.

My new goal...own a beach house on 30-A (the "country" road that runs along the beach). I think this one would be a good starter home.