It's Thursday and I'm just now getting back in to the swing of things. We had one of the best birthday weekends with some wonderful friends down in Orange Beach last weekend. We went down on Friday and had so much fun, we extended our stay until Monday. That decision may have been helped by the fact that Steven's iphone was ruined in an early morning fishing excursion on Saturday and therefore, the work he could do was hindered. And it was his birthday. Just enough excuse to stay one more day, right?
Our hosts kicked things off right with an evening boat ride after a delicious dinner and a birthday cake just for me. This was the boys first ride and only Elle's second. I'm not sure if Reese is more concerned about the boat or the fact that we put a Barbie life jacket on him.
Reese held on for dear life at first, but didn't take long to warm to the idea. Or maybe just to Morgan:). He loves Morgan, almost as much as his own big sister. Grady was on his typical emotional roller coaster, crying hysterically one minute, then pointing at something interesting and smiling the next. I can report that overall, he would give a thumbs up to the boating experience. Elle thought both her Spiderman life jacket and the boat rides were awesome!
We spent time both days riding out to islands, playing in the sand, catching hermit crabs, and enjoying the sun, the sea and the fellowship. Saturday night, Darby had secured two babysitters for our six kids and we enjoyed a night out with our husbands and Tommy. After an amazing dinner, we took another moonlit cruise around the bay.
This is the view from their dock. Not bad. Not bad at all.
The kids had almost as much fun as the adults. Here they are checking the contents of the crab trap. It was always exciting to see what was in there. We even got to examine & partially dissect a red snapper that I did not get a picture of.
Since we've been home, Reese has tried to flush at least 8 toy cars. Four were successfully thrown in to a peed-in toilet. Gloves on, I was able to retrieve them before he hit the flush. The next morning, we lost at least one. We've called in our local plumber {my dad} to assist with search and rescue on Saturday. Because, not surprisingly, the toilet is stopped up. He also managed to chunk John Martin's brand new Finn McMissile off a pier in to the bay while we were there. And he climbed out of the pack-n-play about three times every sleep session. A few times to play with Steven's ipad. Another to play with a 5 pound decorative wooden seal. I also caught him eating a leaf off my ficus tree yesterday {that is dying. I cannot for the life of me, manage an indoor plant.} and I said, "Reese, what are you doing?" He said, "I eatin basil." Life with a 2 year old is never boring, that's for sure.