We drove up on the 3rd, and hit tons of traffic, which was disappointing because we had hoped to get ice cream on our way into town. We went to bed right away when we got to Eric's parents' house, and then they got up with the boys in the morning while Eric and I slept until after 7.
On the 4th we went to the parade in town. For the first time, the boys were very excited... because I told them there would be candy there. They did have a great time.
|The boys with Memere and Charlotte with Auntie Di|
|Waving their flags, i.e. waiting for more candy|
|LOVE those legs!|
|cool in the pool|
|Charlotte with her great-grandparents|
|On Daddy's shoulders with memere|
|Digging in the sand|
|More fun in the sun|
The things that were wonderful:
We got to see our family, and the boys love their memere and pepere, as well as their cousins.
The boys skimped on sleep and over-indulged in sweets, so their behavior was questionable at times.
Eric got sick- maybe a flu? and then seemed to pass it on to Benjamin, who vomited for only the 2nd time in his life on Sunday afternoon.
We got photos taken by Eric's cousin, Autumn, and she posted a preview:
I'm glad that we have such a great family, and that the boys are growing up loving, and being loved by, their grandparents. I wish that we could go more often, so that we could spend more time with them (at least in the summer, their winters are pretty yucky). The boys were sad to leave, but happy to sleep in their own beds, I think. And now back to real life again- work for Eric and me (I am adding in a 3rd day of work starting this week) and camp for the boys. I do hate the end of vacation feeling.