So, my version of our joint family vacation to the Outer Banks is pretty much the same as Michelle's. In short: It was fabulous. There's a Dr. Seuss book the kids have, Happy Birthday to You!, that runs through all the glorious things that happen on birthdays in Katroo. At the end of the book, after getting fabulous presents and having a gigantic party thrown for you, the Birthday Bird flies you home on a very soft platter and "you're much happier, richer and fatter."
That sums up this vacation for me.
Michelle and I were so giddy the first night, we took these silly photos of us taking pictures of each other. At least we're aware we're ridiculous.
Peanut, much like her momma, is a hugger as The Boy quickly discovered.
We spent the mornings on the beach, which tired out the kids so much we got hours of napping. HOURS. I napped once. Mostly, we did this. And just like in college, Michelle was a bad influence -- who makes a delightful bloody mary.
Even on vacation, The Boy found a way to play baseball. I think this chilly, overcast day might have been his favorite. He even roped Michelle's girls into playing.
This is the picture that Michelle loves best from the trip. It's the Wright Brothers memorial in Kitty Hawk and yes, Peanut and The Boy are voluntarily holding hands to run up that hill. If the betrothal goes through (where are the goats, Michelle?!), we'll use this for a wedding slideshow or invitation.
My boys repeatedly asked to be buried in the sand. We let them out, I swear.
Here's another picture taken while the kids were napping. I was on the upper deck and we all were talking about nothing. It was wonderful.
As I said: Happier, richer and fatter.