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Our letter of the week was “E” so we made elephant headbands
Our theme for the week was “apples” – Jason did great gluing the apples to the right apple tree
3.2 magnitude earthquake
Our letter of the week was “E” so we made elephant headbands
Our theme for the week was “apples” – Jason did great gluing the apples to the right apple tree
Today was our fourth visit to the allergist in the past five weeks.
Back in January I took Jason and Abigail to the allergist to discuss the possibility of introducing eggs (in baked goods only) into their diet. My hope was that we'd get permission to perform an "oral challenge", where they would slowly eat something with egg under the doctor’s supervision. If their bodies didn't react then we could introduce them to a whole new wonderfully delicious world, it really would be life changing and make feeding my family so much easier. She did a skin test and decided their egg allergy was still too severe to attempt the oral challenge. We were disappointed, however, she told us to come back in 6 months to reevaluate.
Because we moved since then I decided to schedule their follow-up with a allergist closer to us (and with hopes that she would be more lenient).
Visit #1 was Jason’s skin test. Unfortunately, yet not surprising, he still reacted to egg (though only to fresh egg, not commercial). I explained to the doctor that as a toddler he ate baked goods without issue (unfortunately, years ago we were incorrectly advised to remove all egg from his diet resulting in his egg allergy actually worsening over the years). She decided it was worth a try so we left happy and excited to return for the oral challenge.
Visit #2 was Abigail’s skin test (bummer, that they couldn't fit both kids in on the same day). Abigail's egg allergy has always been more severe then Jason’s so we knew she'd react, which she did, but I was able to convince the doctor to let Abigail participate in the oral challenge with Jason so long as I knew the risks involved and that her chances weren't as good.
Abigail school class was asked recently to write about something they DESPISE, she informed me last night that she is writing about allergies. Imagine going to birthday parties and never getting to eat the birthday cake, having to surrender most of your Halloween and Easter candy cause you can't eat it, and going to a restaurant and only having one item on the menu you can eat. Because she has always handled these restrictions with such maturity, accepting it without argument or complaint, I was surprised and felt badly that she chose this as the thing she most despises.
Visit #3 was Katie’s turn to get a complete workup. Because we already had two kids with food allergies, we’ve always been careful what we gave Katie to eat. She'd never eaten anything with nuts, fish, or anything full-on egg-y. Several months ago someone in church gave Katie some cereal, Katie put it in her mouth then spit it out, she did this a few times before I caught on and within a few minutes she had red hives all around her mouth. Come to find out the cereal had nut in it and we inadvertently discovered that three of our four children are allergic to nuts. Thankfully, she didn't swallow anything so we didn't experience anything life threatening. Not wanting to be surprised again we decided have Katie tested so we would know what else we need avoid. A skin test requires the suspected allergens be pricked into the skin so it's not very comfortable. Katie did awesome though and didn't cry at all as they pricked her entire little back will all sorts of common allergens.
Just to give you something to compare – here are the welts on Abigail’s back when she was tested in January 2010.
We were surprised (and thrilled) with the results. Katie is ONLY allergic to peanuts. My greatest fear was that we'd come home with a long list of allergies including new ones that we aren't already dealing with, further complicated our lives. So peanuts, and only peanuts, was great news!
Visit #4 was Abigail and Jason’s oral challenge early this morning. I had a special cupcake/muffin recipe to make and bring with us. The appointment was to go as follows:
If allowed to progress through the entire process we would be at the office up to four hours. We came prepared with books, DS's
and movies
I spent my time typing this here novel on my phone
We were happy that they both reached the full cupcake stage
After waiting 90 reaction-free minutes we met with the doctor and were given the most exciting news... they can BOTH start eating food with baked egg! There are a few exceptions - still nothing heavily concentrated in egg like french toast or omelets, no ice cream with egg, mayonnaise, fried rice, etc... Of course we need to take it slow and keep a close eye on them, but they are thrilled!
And so am I! My recipe book is about to multiply radically – meals that we can ALL eat… my whole family. To make sure they don’t have any delayed reactions, they can’t eat anymore egg today, but starting tomorrow they are good to go. I'm thinking homemade rolls are a must... and for dessert??? the possibilities are mind-boggling!
I've mentioned before that I'd love to have my family quarantined at home. Not allowed to run errands, go to work or school, no appointments, just time at home playing together and working on that never-ending household to-do list. This past weekend was about as close to that as I can expect given our current circumstances. It was conference weekend, which means the leaders of our church speak to us during four two-hour sessions of conference. It's a time for us to refocus on what's truly important.
We spent Saturday morning at soccer games – leaving the house at 9am and not getting back til close to 1pm. Before heading home we ate lunch at Herfy’s (a small local diner with yummy fries – and fry sauce, a rarity in these parts).
Once home we watched the Saturday morning session of conference (yeah, for DVR’s). On Friday afternoon, our home teacher brought by cookies and conference packets for each of us to work on as we listened to conference. The kids had lots of fun coloring in the ties for each of the apostles and doing the little activities in the packet - Abigail’s packet included areas to take notes as well.
My visiting teacher gave me a neat little basket full of conference goodies: licorice, a pen and notebook, a mug and hot cocoa, popcorn, tissues, etc… the attached note had a cute little explanation for each of the items.
I’m grateful for people that come up with these cute ideas and share them with our family.
Justin headed down to Auburn Saturday afternoon/evening to attend the Priesthood session of conference with a friend. The kids and I got out our 72-hour kits for their annual clothing and food update. The kids look forward to this each fall cause they get to eat all the food out of their kits throughout the weekend. Which always means we’re eating soup for dinner, beef jerky and granola bars for snacks, and fruit leather for dessert.
(I braided Carly’s hair as we watched conference – something my sister and I used to do when we were kids – she slept in them Saturday night and had quite the fro on Sunday)
Hopefully, I can manage a trip to Winco in the next week or so to restock our 72-hour kits so we can move them out of the family room and back into the garage until next year.
Katie’s kit consisted of three days worth of baby food. My baby from last October has certainly changed in the last 12 months. Thankfully, she’s not a picky eater and had no problem eating pureed squash for dinner.
I love a Sunday morning that I don’t have to be in drill sergeant mode to get Justin and the kids out the door for church. Instead we lounged around in our pajamas, cooked pancakes for breakfast, and enjoyed the rest of Conference.
There were several talks that I really liked, but as a mother of three daughters, I’ve gotta say my favorite was Sister Elaine S. Dalton’s that focused on raising happy, well-adjusted daughters in today’s increasingly toxic world. She concentrated her thoughts on the father’s role in this, but much applies to mothers as well. The highlight for me was when she expressed to fathers that, “The most important thing a father can do for his daughter is to love her mother.” Sure I like it because that counsel also holds some perks for me, but I honestly believe it is true. Our three daughters adore their Dad. He has a special relationship with Abigail and Carly that I will never be a part of and I love that. Miss Katie desires more and more of Justin’s care and attention as she gets older as well. The relationship my girls have with Justin will continue to play a crucial role in the young women they become, and we are blessed that he recognizes that.
After the Sunday afternoon session we decided to venture down to Justin’s parents. Linda made her yummy chicken soup for dinner - yes, more soup, but it wasn’t from a can or styrofoam cup and it tasted delicious. The kids love playing with their cousins and grandparents and we ended up staying until it was time to get the kids home for bed.
It really was a great weekend. No we didn’t necessarily accomplish anything around the house on my to-do list, but we played games, cuddled, wrestled, talked, feasted on lots of soup and most importantly the gospel.
Saturday was our last chance to make it to the Puyallup Fair. It’s was our only soccer free weekend we’ll have for a few months so we took advantage of having a free schedule and make the drive down. Since it was the last weekend of the fair (and beautiful weather) we knew it would be crowded, so we arrived shortly after the gates opened. Grandpa Fletcher came with us which is always fun because he’s a big fan of fair food – just like us. Before we did anything we chowed down a large basket of curly fries. We also indulged in some other favorite fair foods throughout the day: grilled corn on the cob, scones, and free samples of chocolate milk.
Before we got there we told the kids that we wouldn’t be doing any rides – they are ridiculously expensive and so we try to avoid them every year. They were told to not even ask and in the 6-7 hours we spent at the fair we didn’t hear a single request.
We spent a lot of time looking at the animals. Katie still hasn’t been to a zoo (she’s such a deprived child) and Jason has also had very little exposure to animals so they were both very excited.
Jason and Katie were fascinated with the baby chicks.
The small petting zoo was also a hit.
The big kids got their faces painted. A dolphin for Jason, a butterfly for Carly, and a teddy bear for Abigail.
For further entertainment we watched a funny and quite impressive illusionist show as well as a children’s show that hasn’t changed a bit over the years. Two years ago my Mom was pulled out of the audience to participate in the performance – video clip here. Jason was so fun to watch – he cracked up at all their funny little routines. Abigail wanted to see the show because she knew she’d get to pick out a book on their big bus after the show.
Katie tolerated the day much better that I imagined. She’s usually taking two naps a day still so being in the stroller all day could have been disastrous. She did awesome though and just as we thought we were winding down for the day she fell asleep in her stroller without any fuss. Yeah, Katie!
As we were leaving (for real this time) we caught the tail end of the acrobat show – I think is new to the fair this year(?). Next year we’ll have to make sure we see the whole act – it looks pretty amazing.
Another great year at the fair!
Today is my Dad’s birthday – he’d be turning 82 years old.
13 years ago today was his funeral.
This morning I was reading the latest Ensign which is entirely dedicated to the Book of Mormon. The first article was written by the prophet, President Thomas S. Monson. The first few paragraphs describe a conversation he had with a man on his deathbed. It touched me personally because as my Dad faced the end of his earthly life I remember talking with him about the purpose of life and what lies ahead for us when our journey here ends. There are many life lessons that can be learned from the experiences my Dad had during his life, but tonight I felt it was most important that my kids heard his testimony.
I hope they felt the love that my Dad had for his family and for the gospel.
I hope we are making him proud.
When I got the email from Groupon that Def Leppard was coming in concert there was no question I was going. After seeing Bon Jovi perform last year, Def Leppard moved to the top of my concert wish list. Justin knew this was something I wanted to do and didn’t hesitate to agree to go with me. Last Thursday was the big day.
There was a small opening act before Heart took stage. Amazing that these two ladies can still belt it out.
I took some video with our old point-n-shoot camera. Even though the quality and sound are incredibly poor I would have filmed the entire concert if I had enough memory – just so I could relive the night again and again.
Heart performing Barracuda:
Not everything was heavy – here’s Heart playing one of their softer favorites. This video is even worse (I was filming the big screen and didn’t realize you couldn’t see anything), but you can still get the gist. Notice the gal on keyboard – she was awesome… I told Justin that maybe Abigail could be play keyboard to some great band someday.
After a short intermission it was time for the real show to begin. The one, the only, Def Leppard!
So they aren’t as easy on the eyes as Bon Jovi, but they've got talent.
I love the acoustic portion of Rock music – I think the guitar solos are my favorite. I love how they opened “Rocket” with this little piece.
Yes, the guitarist is not wearing a shirt and appears to be slathered in oil, but he is incredibly ripped so I felt it was acceptable.
And the drummer! Did you know he only has one arm? A.maz.ing!
I realize it’s a bit surprising to some to find that I enjoy this type of music. I don’t quite know how to explain it. To some it might be agitating but it's the opposite for me. Maybe I’m wired a little differently than most, but this was my kind of concert. They played every single song on their best hits CD – I couldn’t have left in a better mood. It was awesome.
And what did my country boy from Texas think of it all? Not really his thing in fact he only recognized a few songs all evening. But not once did he complain or act in any way that minimized my enjoyment. Though when we got in the car to head home (after nearly four hours of LIVE 80’s Rock and Roll) and the Def Leppard CD in the car resumed play, he did ask if we could listen to something different.
So now what’s next on my concert wish list? I’m not sure. I’ll have to dig though my old CD’s for a refresher. Chances are there are only a few bands still playing (or still alive?). Justin’s already told me that if Metallica makes my list I’m all on my own.
Jason started preschool this past week and he's got the best teacher ever... me! {Did you catch the sarcasm there?} A gal in our ward sent me an email several months ago asking me if I would be interested in participating in a co-op with five other women. I would never consider doing something like this however the preschools here are ridiculously expensive so the frugal side of me couldn't say no, though every other part if me wanted forget she'd ever asked.
When I was at Ricks College I actually took a teacher prep class. Toward the end of the course we took a test that would tell us what grade we are best suited to teach. When I got my results I wasn't at all surprised to see that instead of recommending I focus on teaching a specific grade I was told that if I wanted to pursue a career in education I would be much better suited in administration.
And while I'm not one who thinks it's absolutely necessary for children to attend preschool, I knew this would be something Jason would love and a great opportunity for him to make some friends here. The mom coordinating it all seems to be very well organized and I think as long as there are consistent expectations and rules from house to house I can survive this. With five of us in the rotation I will only teach the boys about six weeks during the year and it's only two mornings a week for two hours. I can handle that, right?
Here's Jason ready for his first day of preschool.
I feel bad that I didn't even get the poor kid a backpack... I dug out a tiny sling pack though so he could have something to put his Epipen in. The conversation we had on the way home from his first day of school is further proof of my lack of preparation.
Jason: {surprised, yet very matter-a-factly}
"It’s at someone's house, mom."
Me: {oops, did I forget to mention that?}
"Yeah buddy, we get to take turns having it at everyone's house. When we have it at
our house I get to be your teacher. Isn't that neat?"
Jason: {chuckling}
"Dat be so funny Mom!"
Yeah, it is a little funny. Wish me luck!
The arrival of fall brings with it cooler temperatures, back to school routines, busy soccer seasons, and a demanding work schedule for Justin. It's his busiest time of the year as he works to complete and file the state tax returns for T-Mobile. His biggest deadline is October 15th, but September 15th can be quite a dozy as well. So basically we usually don't see too much of him for about a month and a half. I think every year he and his co-workers have taken October 16th off as a get-out-of-work-free-day. (Not really free considering he'll often be working 16+ hour days as their deadline approaches). Yesterday marked the passing of deadline #1 and his director gave everyone in the group today off. I hereby dub these days as D.A.D. (Day After Deadline) Day.
D.A.D. Day is a special day because we get to enjoy having Justin a part of our everyday routine. It started with him waking up with the kids (difficult to do after our late night at the rockin' Def Leppard concert last night). He managed to make sure the girls showered, ate breakfast, and packed up their homework and the lunches he'd prepared in time to catch the bus to school. I stayed in bed and finished reading a book. As lunch rolled around we decided to take advantage of the opportunity to eat out with only two children in tow and headed to one of our favorite places - The Cheesecake Factory. The food was wonderful as usual; unfortunately it took 45 minutes to get it so we had to eat quickly because Katie's restaurant manners were wearing thin. Turns out Miss Katie's behavior was justified because later that afternoon she was running a fever. I gave her a bath and medicine, but what the girl really wanted was her Daddy. Thankfully, I was able give her what she needed.
The girls get out of school early on Fridays and each wanted to play with friends. Justin is very pro-playdates which is understandable because he's not the one who has to deal with playdates... usually. First let me say, I want the kids to have friends in our home, but it's not always easy... first you have to call around and try find someone without plans, then there are transportation issues, and messes, sometimes arguments (Jason won't leave us alone...), and the most frustrating to me is when they approach me and say they can't think of anything to do. But since Justin was here and all for it - everyone had a friend over to play. Oh, did I forget my least favorite thing about playdates - is that within two minutes of friends arriving Katie is prematurely awaken from her much needed nap. Good thing it was D.A.D. Day cause she was content to hang out with her Dad while he played with all the kids outside.
Our evening was relaxing - much needed after an incredibly busy week. Justin made quesadillas and fresh salsa for dinner while the girls and I watched the finale of Design Star. Then it was off to bed for the kiddos - as usual I got Katie to bed quickly after a short story and snuggle. As I type this Justin is still up with the three oldest. He, as usual, takes his time getting them to bed (though, at this point I’m thinking he may have fallen asleep with them). I know that they love the time he spends visiting with them each night as they lay in their beds. He's such a great Dad.
After our awesome D.A.D. Day today, I look forward to our next... too bad we're going to have to manage without much of him for a few more weeks.
The kids are nearing the end of their second week back in school and I’m still struggling to find my new groove. It’s like someone flipped some switch and suddenly life is crazy busy and I’m running around like a wild woman. Which doesn’t quite make sense because shouldn’t I feel less busy with only 2 kids at home instead of 4? I’ve even been late to several things lately and I’m never late (unless it’s “fashionably” acceptable and expected). Seriously, I have a reputation for being very punctual. It makes me NUTS to run behind schedule.
SUMMER HAS ARRIVED!! Yes, it’s a few months late and unfortunate that the girls have already gone back to school, but we have had the most beautiful weather the past week or so. Thankfully it coincided with a holiday weekend so we could spend some time enjoying it as a family.
We spent lots of time in our backyard. There’s nothing pretty about our backyard (unless you include Justin’s thick green grass), but it’s a good size and we’ve spent lots of time enjoying it this summer. One of our favorite things to do is play “volleyball”. Unfortunately, I don’t have a picture, but basically we set up our badminton net between two chairs (so only about 3-4 feet high) and we play volleyball with a huge beach ball. Usually it’s boys against girls and 9 out of 10 times the girls win (though I’m told winning isn’t everything). It’s lots of fun, surprisingly good exercise, and we laugh a lot.
Below is the kids hitting the ball around with Justin without the net set-up.
Katie enjoys sitting in this little beach chair we bought several years ago. She is quite the little daddy’s girl - every time Justin moved somewhere else in the yard she would pick up her chair and move it closer to him.
We also enjoyed a few BBQ’d meals from Justin over the weekend. I’m not at all into eating hamburgers and steak, but I did find a new pleasure in relaxing on a blanket on a nice sunny evening. Next summer I’m thinking a hammock would be a great addition to the backyard.
Saturday morning Justin took the three big kids on a hike. Without a hiking pack for Katie, she and I stayed home. Justin will post some pictures soon of some of the fun things he and the kids have done this summer sans baby and baby-mama. There are times it’s just easier for us to split up. Stay tuned for summer-a-la-daddy.
Me, I could have delayed this a few weeks… maybe even another month. I enjoy having my girls around and I have a hard time only seeing them a few hours each day.
When I asked Carly what her favorite thing about her first day was she replied, “books” – then she proceeded to tell me about the reading corner in her classroom that has bean bag chairs and cushions to sit on. I love that she enjoys reading.
Abigail’s favorite part of her first day was the writing and art project they started working on, then she described a acrostic poem (?) she was creating – it’s normal for your kids to know more than you sometimes right?
This morning after Jason and Katie were bathed and dressed I looked at the two of them and I swear they grew up since yesterday. I hate that. Which reminds me, remember I convinced Jason he’d never grow up? Well, apparently Justin asked Jason recently if he was going on a mission and Jason told him no because he wasn’t going to get bigger. Justin wasn’t too happy about his son’s response. I suppose I’ll should tell him if he ends up getting older, despite all his best efforts, he can and should go on a mission, get married, and {gasp} move out.
This raising kids business is hard stuff. Good thing I love it so much!
My babies this morning
I woke up and got ready early this morning. Both the waking up part and the getting ready part are things I usually delay as long as possible. We had someone coming this morning to repair an area of hardwood that was damaged by a leaky dishwasher several months ago. They said they would come sometime between 8-10am. So I was ready.
On my way downstairs I peeked in the girls room and they were quietly reading on their bed - in the exact same positions I last saw them last night. Abigail on her stomach head near the footboard and Carly lying on her pillow pet, leaning against the headboard. Their bed was already made, books in hand – a sign of a good morning.
After a little while the girls joined me downstairs and while I made sure the kitchen was all set for a few days of minor construction, the girls started a game of Skip-Bo on the living room floor. Once Katie woke up their game came to a swift conclusion.
Being my last day having my big helpers at home, I deemed today a laundry day. After we put away load #1, the girls picked out the outfits they want to wear for school this week and got cleaned up and ready for the day.
Shortly after 10am and amid an intense game of Skip-Bo with the girls, I got a phone call from the woodguy saying he was running late (um, yeah), but would be here shortly. Contractors and builders seem to be the bane of my existence this past year. He tells me he needs to test the floor to ensure it’s dry underneath and then he proceeds to pound two nail like devices into my beautiful kitchen floors – twice. That’s four holes – so of course I’m like, “you’re going to fix that, right?” Anyhow, he was nice enough, but proposed a completely different approach to the repairs then I was previously told (yadda, yadda, yadda). In the end, we did it his way and instead of ripping out a section of hardwood he sanded down the existing wood (and filled in his holes). He’ll be back tomorrow for a second sanding and additional coat of whatever reeks throughout my house.
Thankfully, Katie slept through the whole thing. Which isn’t too surprising these days – you should see the massive equipment rattling our house everyday as the land around us is being excavated for future building. We’re used to a little background noise.
After lunch it was time for the girls to meet their new teachers for the school year. We found out who they had on Friday and both girls were assigned to one of their top two desired teachers. Abigail’s teacher is fairly young – dressed to impress in a tank top and short shorts, but seemed very nice and organized. Abigail also found out her close friend in the neighborhood is in her class, so that’s exciting. Abigail’s teacher is also quite short and predicted Abigail will outgrow her in the next few months. Without a doubt Abigail will be taller than her teacher by the end of the school year. I took the girls shopping Saturday to get school shoes and we bought Abigail a size 9 and a size 9.5… in women’s! So when she outgrows them, she’ll be able to hand them down to me.
Carly’s teacher is older with oodles of experience. She was super nice – almost Grandma-like, and tried to engage Carly in several conversations during our short visit. I’m sure it won’t take long for Carly to warm up and speak in a voice loud enough that her teacher will be able to understand her.
Once back home it was naptime once again for Miss Katie. The girls reminded me that we needed to make oatmeal packets for breakfasts. We haven’t put these together since we moved here so it was long overdue. The kids love to eat oatmeal with a little fruit and we’ve found that making them ourselves is the cheapest and healthiest way to go. We put them together assembly line style so it’s fun and fast work. Hopefully these little packets will last us at least a few months. We’re already down three.
Mr. J has been without naps far too often this summer and when he broke down about something minor he hauled his tired little behind upstairs and fell sleep on his bed. I sure love this kid.
The girls spent the rest of the afternoon playing games, finishing laundry, and occasionally getting shooed outside by their mother in an attempt to keep their excitement and energy from getting too out of hand.
Justin didn’t get home from work til almost 7pm. After we all ate dinner I sat on the floor next to Jason and read a few books while Justin prepared a few thoughts to share with the kids about starting school tomorrow. Carly hovered on the chair above us and Katie periodically squirmed her way into my lap with her gigantic irresistible smile. It was just as it should be. After our brief discussion we enjoyed a little dessert before bedtime. Nothing really extraordinary about today, just a day in the life… it’s the kind of day I like best – no real schedule, just a day at home with my four incredible kids. I’m going to miss days like this.
Check out what Little Miss has learned to do.
Lest, you think I regularly take pictures while we pray, I feel I should explain. I was taking pictures of something else and must have said something that she interpreted to mean we were going to say a prayer.
I think it’s so sweet to see her folding her arms and bowing her head so reverently. Of course, she’s not perfect…
Maybe she’s just wondering when someone’s going to say “amen” so she can get back to playing.
We spent this past weekend with Justin’s parents on the coast. We stayed in Ocean Shores at the same house we stayed four years ago. We got there around noon on Friday and while Katie (and Justin) took naps, Linda and I took the kids to the beach to see if we could manage to fly some kites. It's important to note (for anyone who may not know) that visiting the ocean in Washington is not what most would think of as a beach vacation... the water is freezing, the sky is usually cloudy and grey, and it is usually quite windy. It was great conditions for flying a kite though and without much effort all three kids looked like pros.
The wind was so strong that the kites basically flew themselves.
Jason was hilarious to watch. He was having so much fun running around with his little kite. I love this next picture of him dragging his kite down the beach hoping the wind will get it back up in the air.
Jason also caught on to the idea of chasing his sisters around trying to get his kite caught up in the string from their kite. It was so fun for me to watch them try something new and have so much fun with it.
Before heading back to the house the kids played a bit in the ocean.
After dinner we all drove down to the beach. Justin’s parents were following us in their car and called us questioning Justin’s judgment about driving on the sand. There were many other cars parked down by the water so Justin confidently dismissed their warning. Of course, less than a minute later Justin had us stuck in the sand. Thankfully there were a few nice people nearby that helped him push while I plowed our way onto more solid ground. Abigail commented that she will remember our first trip to Ocean Shores because she had to go to the ER to get stitches and she will remember this trip because Dad got the car stuck in the sand. Aside from that little adventure, the kids also had fun flying kites and playing on the sand dunes.
I’m one lucky Momma!
Jason discovered the joy of rolling down the sand dunes – needless to say showers were needed before bed.
Saturday morning we headed up north a bit to check out the beaches. I also wanted to visit Seabrook – a new seaside community that I’ve heard fabulous things about. I’ll admit to falling in love at first sight. It’s a little town straight from the movies. Someday I’d like to return for a few days and stay in one of the cottages.
We stopped at played at Pacific Beach. Again, great conditions for kite flying.
But there was a significant difference – can you tell?
Though still cold, the sun was shining and the wind wasn’t nearly as overwhelming.
The kids also enjoyed playing in the sand and attempting to build a sand castle.
Unfortunately, with a toddler around they didn’t get to far.
I was surprised how much Katie enjoyed the beach. My kids typically don’t like getting dirty, but Katie didn’t seem to mind at all.
By the end of the day she had sand everywhere. She was shivering cold (didn’t help that she played in the little stream) and quickly fell asleep in the car on our way back to Ocean Shores.
After we ate lunch we decided to take the kids miniature golfing. This is something I’ve been excited to do as a family for a while now. Unfortunately Katie had only napped 30 minutes in the car the entire day so she wasn't the happiest to be there and was difficult to keep contained on the hole we were playing on. Half way through the 18 holes Justin ended up sacrificing his game to keep Katie entertained. It was still a fun experience though.
Sunday we attended church at the small branch in town and spent the afternoon playing games and relaxing before heading home.